My mind wanders farther than I dare follow.
my thoughts are scrambled, and
fade without conclusion.
i am restless
because i cannot understand the reasons
that hide behind this mess.
day old love,
gone dry and stale
gone yet always lingering, consistant as
wind blowing against salt stained sails.
i am suffocating
between pillows and threadcounts.
all the while, praying for a bottle
to come up to the shore with the waves.
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