Floating
A poem
In yet another dream land, the sense of righteousness and juxtaposition permeate my most sacred thoughts, leaving me gasping for air.
In this moment of selfless drowning I keep an eye out for you. You can’t drown tonight — at least, not while I do. A soft breeze interrupts my melancholy.
I am willing to forget the crudeness, and to throw one more sparkling lifeline. You have to promise that you’ll miss it, though. Otherwise, how else can we carry on saving one another?
