In hindsight,
my vision has always been unorthodox,
but, it sees true.

Through any eyes,
the bering sea will always be solitude.
A place where no man should see it's depths,
A peculiar place that intrigues me,
but is forever denied my happiness.

I only stay afloat this place,
so that the sun keeps me partially alive,
and for Pete's sake,
my lungs remember their purpose.

If I am perfect, it's only because
my short comings have drifted
underwater to an imperfect place.

When I become tired of you, I take a nap.

I hold my breath in your presence.
Remembering your smell,
when you come around,
it's like a bullet to my insides.
That trigger so lightly pulled,
could have been meant for my heart.
Thanks to you,
I am forced to wear a vest on days like these.

Be kind,
Be honest,
Be brave,
Be curious,
Be your best self,
If they ever tell you the opposite
make them all pay attention
to your back!

If history repeats itself like we play our favorite tunes
If human beings tend to orbit just like planets and their moons
If the mind and heart expand like scientists know the cosmos is
If good and bad can balance out in some kind of osmosis
If people can be kind at heart but even more so, kind in deed
If the human touch outweighs every other basic need
If dreams are more like memories the soul has lost and found again
If we're just strangers in a strange land imagining some greater plan
If, as life goes on, all things give in to rapid rise and fall
If all this is true, maybe that's why I'm not afraid of you at all.