I breathe tears to life
as though all of the oceans
depend solely on me.
I've been trying to find my way outside of myself. The past week or two it's been rather hard. Sleep calls to me like a lover whose arms wish never to let me go. I long to escape into them, allow life to fade away around me, dissolve into a world of dreams where I can hold comfort in knowing nothing is real. Still I hold on to life with a death grip...an odd statement for sure. How much easier it would be to just let go?
