and i feel betrayed… i’ve punched through the bubble plastic and this side is full of little pains and the non-elastic, the time clock ticking away at moments that never last, that lead to the next, closer to the dark, dark, dark…
nothing can hold it back, not the jamieson, not the sparkling wine, the bicep curls, the praying for more time…
i’ve gone past trying to find, the folds of yesterday, of tanned skin, and twinkling eyes…
i look towards the city lights, the long restful sleep, seeing just to see, no expectations, melting into grace…
