Jan 2015
for a moment, the waters clear, and the mud
stops swirling, and the dust settles on the rocks
I can see up from the riverbed and no longer
what I see is just a reflection of you
when I look to my right, you aren't lying next to me
like I thought- the light is streaming through my
bleary eyes, a cold-water shock and I'm awake,
but still drowning.
stops swirling, and the dust settles on the rocks
I can see up from the riverbed and no longer
what I see is just a reflection of you
when I look to my right, you aren't lying next to me
like I thought- the light is streaming through my
bleary eyes, a cold-water shock and I'm awake,
but still drowning.
this is about those moments when you can see through your own delusions... not specifically about me... but do I really need a disclaimer at this point? none of these are really about me
