I just wanna leap through the window
of my introspective confines
housing the old familiar finger tapping
that i frequent in my times of need
maybe i should pray
clutch my ever-nervous fingers together
long enough to shell out conversation
with a presence hollow enough
to hear the echoes inside its holy

clear water streams down
my gaunt, blank expression
as if i just exited the ocean,
my heart desperate to devotion
letting go of the only hand
that's ever reached out to help
i'm sorry that i can't seem to
bring myself to hold on
& this cliff diver seems to have forgotten
his bungee cord at home
packed away in the same suitcase
that shelved his insecurities