This season. It’s really when I thrive.
Sleep til the sun becomes golden, come alive with the night.
It’s the time of accepting who & what we are.
For tomorrow brings new opportunity, and no consequences for the day before.
Never a need to recognize the fault that lay inside.
I won’t shake, I won’t tremble...I won’t break.
The sinking sun casts the most forgiving light.
For we all look flawless in it, in this season in which we thrive.


Oh but the night must come. It is most evidently upon us now.
And with the night comes such opportunity.
I won’t remember tomorrow, so why worry about forgiveness tonight.
I’ll make my way out...oh I’ll make out alright. I’ll be just fine.
The first to hit the pallet should be no shock.
I’ll drink your potion...i have no need to ponder wrong or right.
Bottoms up you glutton.
Belly up, you conscience.
I have no need to wonder what’s wrong or right when like a dream, my memory fades with the night.

Then there’s the in between. The purgatory of my existence.
It’s where I am now, It’s where I always am.
Never going anywhere, never bound to anything.
Even as I sit here now, I entertain elements of my past.
Distractions being my closest comfort.
The noise has always lulled me to sleep.
It is where I am now, asleep...yet not awake. Living I guess.
Self reflection only serves useful in pointing out what I already know.
I know everything I do, everything I am, everything that I could be.
Yet why is it that I can’t get control of my own subconscious.
Wake from this dream, this nightmare, this fantasy.
It’s all one. One in the same.
Life is a dream & like a dream, it is a medium for dark & light.

And for the real?
Real life, genuine thinking?
I’m sitting in a swamp of my own indecision. My unknowing, my undoing.
Perched in a chair I envisioned for moments like these...some more evil.
But as I sit here now, bottle by my side, feeling slightly deeper than the ocean....I can’t help but feel unentertained.
My back has grown soar & the mosquitos nipping at my neck are beginning to annoy.