As I sit back and relax,
The chill night breeze whips slowly around me.
The sun sets on the distant hillside,
Where the shadows begin to slowly fade,
Lingering
Until its’ cold nightly slumber.
I glance further onto the hillside,
Upon a flicker of light in a pit of darkness,
Alone.
I float back in the warm
Bubble induced water,
Look to the sky,
Where dim stars gain composure,
And begin to glow, brighter and brighter.
Constellations gain visibility,
After finally escaping the abuse of the sun’s rays
Which cloud them through the daytime hours.
The wind whispers more,
People in the distance cheer,
For we all drank the day away
As we enjoyed our distance from the robust city.
Replaced textbooks and notepads for beer,
Champagne and tequila.
Focused on nothing,
Allowing our minds to drift away,
Like these empty bottles in this hot tub.
Drifting,
Yet still confined.
Who’s to say that this can’t be our home?
Home…
So far away…
Nov 20, 2011
Nov 20, 2011 at 12:57 PM UTC
As I sit back and relax,
The chill night breeze whips slowly around me.
The sun sets on the distant hillside,
Where the shadows begin to slowly fade,
Lingering
Until its’ cold nightly slumber.
I glance further onto the hillside,
Upon a flicker of light in a pit of darkness,
Alone.
I float back in the warm
Bubble induced water,
Look to the sky,
Where dim stars gain composure,
And begin to glow, brighter and brighter.
Constellations gain visibility,
After finally escaping the abuse of the sun’s rays
Which cloud them through the daytime hours.
The wind whispers more,
People in the distance cheer,
For we all drank the day away
As we enjoyed our distance from the robust city.
Replaced textbooks and notepads for beer,
Champagne and tequila.
Focused on nothing,
Allowing our minds to drift away,
Like these empty bottles in this hot tub.
Drifting,
Yet still confined.
Who’s to say that this can’t be our home?
Home…
So far away…
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