Projecting Feelings to the Sky

You will never know how long it took for pen to reach paper.

Soaking in script of washed out pages. Countless times the words have dropped balanced on the back of my mind.

Projecting feelings to the sky.

Hoping they land close to home.

Ending conversations with a wish for dreams and rest.

Feeling incomplete with anything less.

Asking to sleep at your feet or at least

In the vicinity of the ground you walk on. Traveling great lengths to worship here, I will not take kindly to being turned away.

I've lost my touch, losing more every day.

Handfuls down the drain.

Abstract sculptures in hair.

Twice as much when it rains.

I regret not spending more time worshipping my day in the sun.

Neglecting to hold it higher.

Respecting the fact that what I had could soon expire.

Endless evenings drenched in self pity.

It's been 10 years. You'd think I could let it go.

Courage has never found its way, lighter than air. Social paradigms, conditions rare.

If judgment under sheets comes easy you must find pleasure in destroying me. Rebirth seldom comes cheap. Needing group sessions to solve the over crowding of this empty room.

How much should anyone have to pay?

Measuring sleep by number of dreams. Remembering its not quantity but quality of the thought that counts. Numbers don't add up. The inevitable in between.

Down time.