24.1.16

My wave, my shark, my demon in the dark, the blue tide pulling me under


The cars are cruising past and you put the windows on lock to keep the warmth in. The sunset beams through the windows, a glow of pink and peach swirling through the grey smoky puff of clouds. The things in my head are still there when I open my eyes but this makes me forget. The silence leaves room for doubt and this has never been easy. Can you feel me sobering up?