eternal

i dwell

under the

surface

lips crashing

through

only to taste

fragments of air

dreaming of

lemonade

with an

overabundance

of sugar

combing

through

my diaries

ink blurring

memories of

yesterday

today

tomorrow

all the

same

looking

at all those

other

creatures

envy

parading

in

greens

and

blues

and

golds

this is

punishment

i assume

but perhaps

one day

i can

return

to

the land of the living