Wandering Thoughts
As the mountains cause the sun to set faster than it should,
And body’s of water carry more color than the sky
The sight of ripples in my reflection makes me want to say goodbye
You see, when beauty and pain coexist
infections become your fix
but they don’t tell you this when you start to separate deformity and perfection
because naturally you’re supposed to know your direction
which brings me back to the water
such a large mass, deep, a stretch easy to lose yourself in
this expanse of water has never felt so close to my bed, so warm, so soft, so fucking comforting
calling me in
hoping I jump and don’t fight
if I say yes to the light
please be polite and don’t ask why
now I’m not going to lie, I don’t necessarily want to die
but when I stalk the sky in the water I realize I won’t be mad if I never get out of the bath
I can no longer see the sun shining through heights and peaks
which makes me walk the dock so that the water
that’s such a deep, large mass, I will easily lose myself in doesn’t put me to sleep