Lately I've been daydreaming about what it might be like to live on one of the surrounding islands. I crave that withdrawal you can only find riding the ferry in-between town and city. The way it all comes together, in quietness and in time. I always cut things into timely intervals that make little sense. No time for this and no time for that. Time to think and time to do. When did my mind start working separately of my flesh?
I slept all day, and I railed, and I raved. I could throw it out, and I could live without. I could do it all for you. Write volumes to your name and your unending afterthoughts. Turn my bones to sand, just to see you. What's the point of this song? Or even singing? It's just a thing that we do.
The hardest heart beating this side of the blue...I slept as though dead, dreaming seamless dreams of lead. You could have told me before.
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