when I cannot walk I will crawl. when I cannot crawl I will rest.
when the sun is ripe and bees will buzz searching for your sweet nectar only you can give
you thought I would be silent forever. that I would slip by and away until the day you decided to want me again.
I sit on a rock watching the tide creep slowly up I'm trying not to hide.
What do I do now that I'm free?
There is a line between reality and other.
Morning breath and sadness, but for you that's enough.