I just let the phone ring and wandered into the next room.
There he was on the console, looking smug, as always.
I barely know how to come down from these things, and
I certainly can't truly describe the up-draft, I say
to the empty air.
Lets float away
we could just stay here
it would suit us better
lets live a life worth telling about
to people that will revel in the telling.
Ive gotten tired before, you understand.
It's not that I don't love life
It's that I didn't love myself
and now having realized THAT
I no longer have to search for an answer to much of anything.