At night the ocean creaps into our sleep.
It makes our dreams sand covered and a blur. A castle at the bottom of the see is yours to keep. A wirlpool of nightmare never were. Or, should i say was. Is this what being awake does? I wish from the thirty feet below land, all the way to the bottom of the sea, to the bottom of my heart, to relive the days of sleeping with a starfish pillow. The only true night light that does exist are the glowing bubbles of air, rising from the depth of our trench like thoughts. We only have hope down here, at the bottom of the sea, in our heads yet, some worry about drowning, not comming up for air. the only thing the jellyfish say, is your not being far, to yourself. dont worry, be a fish for a day, love yourself and your life, for nothing gold is here to stay.