i set up my desk, somewhere closer to the horizon, nearer to silence that anchor the wash of waves upon the beach. you will not understand, you’ll bite me. there was a time when your first reaction would have been to cry, cry for me to kiss you and we go on opening lies under a blue skylight, drunk and jealous of shadows. now, you only speak to me but you speak of tears. 

down the road there is my inlet of sleep, where i arrive always thinking of the love that remains untouched, wrapped in loneliness, somewhere across the sea. i know i must wave them goodbye. but as i approach it time becomes fluid and i am unsteady on it and though the others were prepared, i could never take on life vests. stupid, i know.

i keep thinking that we may learn something from what is born and what dies under the pressure of desire, but old adages tell me that life is not so tameable. you continue to dream. you go on saying things that flash in the sun but cannot weather any cold. i want to wake from the beginning. stop playing. see the shore from the other side, and know that it is unchanged.