Residing to the night air I think of things calm and reckless,
And feeling so careless I breathed the dank mist as if I were shooting,
And I swallow the remnants of the beginning and I freely launch myself down,
Plummeting farther into the ocean,
Always believing that I would reach the bottom, but coming back up like a balloon.
Events remind me of what I once had,
The reminders of something beautiful that I'd thrown away.
Frightful dreams of picking up the pieces threaten to come out of me and become reality.
Scares me shallowly at some hours and deeply the next,
Deserting the wreckage and plowing ashore,
Never looking back but persevering until there is no more.