Sometimes I feel as if the ground has slipped beneath me and everything has become the ocean.
I imagine my self sailing away, slipping away under death's night sky.
The stars leading me to nowhere, and nothing at all.
Like the moon, I am endless. Not knowing where I start or begin.
I'm wondering through different worlds, standing on edges, becoming dust.
Everyday I am new. Everyday I am a new dream.
These people inside me come and go.
They cut me dry and leave me to rot.
They love me and tear me apart.
My reflection is a thousand in one.