Ice coffee, sangria, and then...

I was tripping off of both ice coffee and sangria last night. Here's what I came up with:


I woke up with a fearful spasm thinking the worst had come. She had past before I could tell her what purpose she played. It rendered my existence obsolete and void. I clung to her rock, and kissed the cold. This will be my marker that I come home to from now on. I am at once both free and vacant.

I long and live as a wraith among men, drifting through life compensating vitality with longevity. In my wretched old age, I find myself back upon that rock, and there you were. Briefly like a ghost, you dance in the light. I run towards the horizon to my midnight hour, and dying I whisper my spell. I dance in the wind for all to hear. I now join the voices of all the forlorn. I live on in eternity on the hind winds of an afterthought, wishing if only.


Yeah, I woke Monday with the thoughts again, and I tried all day to find a way to explain it. Of course, what I ended up doing was repressing it even more. So here, for all the world to see.