Tuesday night I wonder what it's like to not care and throw myself out into the water
Plunging deep into a sea of isolation
Being too dark to swim back


3 hours later I wonder what it's like to not cry and drag my feet out into the desert
Laying still in a land of misinterpretations
Being too hot to crawl away


8 hours later I wonder what it's like to be happy with what I have and float out into the sky
Flying high in a cloud of regretful communications
Being too spaced to come back down


Wednesday morning I wonder what it's like to not have spurs of violent, ugly thoughts and say good morning to you
Hating every second I doubted
Being too sad to think through