There was a blue flower on the sidewalk
growing out of cracks in the cement...

In a way it is comfortable
drowning in the present...

Terror caressing my spine
A frightening buzz in my mind...

The silver of rivers
The smoothness of stone...

The stars blink sadly
And I blink back...

I'm quite afraid that I have failed
There's nothing in the drinking pail...

Tears gather on my lower lashes
Threatening the plunge to suicide...

I am a boat
Taking on water...

You hold the world in your hands
And you gaze at it in wonder...

There's a salty ache in my ribcage
it radiates out through my muscles and bones...

I slip quietly from conversations
to taste the lonely air outside...

Each grain of sand went sifting through the others
And as I ran, I barely heard the thunder...