25/3/11
Oh how I lie on the ocean floor,
my beautiful watery grave,
And just stare up at the distorted sky
through the ripples I see the stars,

And that’s the synapse between who I am and who I want to be.

Oh how it is a joke they attached
gills before dropping me to die,

And now I spend every day just staring
up at the blanket of stars above me,

Wishing I...

And that’s the synapse between who I am and who I want to be.

It’s like I’m in the past,
on my back again with all these shells poking my skin,
It’s like I’m in the past,
unable to defend myself and breathing quickly again,
It’s like I’m in my past,
just suffocating slowly, just focusing on that one point
and waiting for all of this to be over,

And I stare up at the bright light that the stars shine,
amazing how it filters through all the ripples,

And that was my future until my past happened,
And then, branded at four, a failure, I was doomed,
And that was my future until my past took place,
And then, branded at four, a waste of space, I was...
And that’s the synapse between who I am and who I want to be,
The synapse between what my past created and my future held for me.

And then I remember the stars only shine because of their pasts,
for most of the stars in this galaxy no longer even exist,
It’s just the light of their lives, of their pasts, what made them to be,
And then I remember the stars only shine because of their pasts,

And I will crawl into some elastic, stretch it real far back,
Go shooting the ocean until...

I fall back onto the floor,

And I will crawl into some elastic, stretch it real far back,
Go shooting out of the ocean until...

I fall back through the ripples,

And I will crawl into some elastic, stretch it real far back,
Go shooting through the sky until...

I fall back through the air and water,

But I will crawl back into some elastic,

The synapse between who I am and who I want to be,
will one day be shortened considerably,
perhaps the ocean floor will even shake the sky’s hands
one day.