Something compels these dizzy spells
and hazy fogs and words I tell.
For I fear I fall and stumble
far too often for my safety.
I fall in love with things
that kill me softly as
they can. Like sand,
I wash from rocks
into small
pieces of
oblivion.
Like a hue
of endless blue
I cascade down the
shores till I forget
who I was, and who I would
like to be someday. With the
tide my paranoid mind shatters
and shakes until it dissolves into
the water and breaks like sugar...
my paranoia fades into euphoria
swallowed by the ocean boats,
and I so hope that I don't
choke and turn into a
million pieces of
sand; particles
of oblivion you
will pay no
mind to
again.