In these waters,
there will be blood,
rot and regret and holes in lungs that threaten to flood.
There is mercy but there’s no boat,
no desire to swim or drown — so we just float.
In these waters,
there are inevitable things;
unwritten words, crumpled letters and wilted leaves.
In these waters,
hazy yesterday’s and shattered hearts,
broken bonds, unanswered questions—the saddest parts.
In these waters,
we are lost breaths,
we are loose ends tethered to trouble—endless.
In these waters,
countless untold stories;
how we came together and how we fell apart;
the guts the glory.
In these waters,
stars are more distant tonight,
we are reckless spirits bathed in graceful moonlight.
In these waters,
the party is over.
We drift beyond sleep we drift so far,
turn and returning us to what we are.
In these waters,
we are all ghosts,
wasted breaths and washed up dreams of immortality.
There is no time just rip-tides and memories;
blinding light and shadows — exploding galaxies.
