Sunset. Daybreak. Minute melts into minute. Same hours that the unseen walk.
Those were the hours I draped myself in the burnt yellow glow of street lights.
Those were the times I made it into tomorrow in the rain.
Help me put this all together.
I’m not sure how I got here, or where here is, really.
But I’m happy.
I can’t tell you the shape of things, even when I try to. I see the shadow of my hair falling, I hear strumming. My body feels worn in marvelous ways.
I’m a little hungry, but not starving.
I remember tonight in colors, and moments of fragmented clarity.
So, who am I today?
Does it matter?
Should I cry?
I’ll drink instead.
Or drink down this delicious man, sitting right across from me.
Maybe I should just breathe in the moment like the purest cocaine.