lost at sea;
i can't even see myself.
the ship creaks,
sliding over waves.
hold onto the thought:
we will be okay.
my spine tingles as i think of you just one year ago.
was i blind?
or just elated?
or has the tingling gotten stronger, overwhelming and dulling my senses?
oh higher conscience, i need some perspective.
why does intuition feel so elective?
and why do my thoughts waver back and forth?
i need some grounding like the star in the north.
either way i'm gonna get it back.
i'm gonna get it back!
i didn't think it'd be this hard,
so i slip beneath the stars.
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