Inland Island

Here I spend glued hours, biding time, rubbing sand into my eyes.
Here I dream of giant waves carrying me away to some smothering grave.
Here I wake alone shivering into the night, and
I squint into the sun.
Here I am the only adult and the only child.
Here I know no time.
Here I search the view for something changed.
I've padded myself in with leaves, but it won't keep out the breeze.
Here I've forgotten tones of other voices.
Here I've lost the words for things I have no need to say.
Here I'm lonely, and
I squint into the sun.
Here is where I rule, and this is my domain.
Here, a kingdom with no king.
Here's my stick and here's my rock and sand, and
Here I long for a book, and
Hear my long depressing rant, I
Hear no complaining, and
Deep breaths move out,
Deep breaths move in, and
I crane my neck, and
I squint into the sun.

Looking for Liars

Hello, I'll assume you've found my Draft blog somehow or another. Here I will write. Here you will read. Here you will finish reading. You will forget to tune in. I will forget you read. I will forget to update. You will forget I update. We'll all forget. We'll all get down. Down on downdates. We won't even know where we're up to. Where are we up to? I forgot.


made in the car the other day:

The water

the shore is looking safe, the water's cold I'm sure. i'm looking at the water, i'm standing on the shore, and nothing's gonna change me, i'm staying where I stand. understand.
i'd have to take off all my clothes and jump into the water and swim out to te rock and climb its scaly side, and when i get to the top, there's nowhere left to hide. i'm staying on the shore.

recorded a draft,
it'll see you in the future.