it silently seeming caving into your hands can't sustain this breathing
it weights on my chest
his lungs are filled with water from the tide,
from the tide
and i watch them go by
can't define a purpose our hands set adrift
islands,cobwebs forming
some strange trembling gas
in sleep,i dream of houses in the sky,
in the sky
and i watch them go by
sometimes i'm pulled away
from my own misery,
your hands cover me
eyes drift slowly