Sunrise and water

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Pencil

So I’m awake, it’s the middle of the night and I wonder allowed at what point does stress become unhealthy?

When you can’t sleep…

Ugh
So drawing is what I do and listen to some music, cranked in a set of head phones and draw weird pictures.

My pencil knew what to do
Like usual it finds its way

She rises out of the ocean like the sun
But you’re supposed to stay away
And be wary of the words that flow
And the strangest things they say
Her hair breaths like the spring
And her lips wet with fresh dew
Her fingers are the branches
And her eyes burn you through
Water alive and rising flow free
Rays spread new day
And set the souls free
But she’s floating
And drifting
And leaving
Me

Sigh
The water
The bright sun
Ghost of the memory
Burned like a brand a scar remember
And across the day
And into the night
Alone the edges
It’s all right
Stranger then never
And again alone
If your heart is full
Where is it home?

The ocean will swallow her again
She just fades and goes
We dream like babies and smile
Like lovers we weep and let go
My fingers stretch out to touch
But like a fantasy can’t hold
The water rises to meet her
And into it she goes
She smiles below the surface
Her hair drifts and sways
Her eyes close
Her head goes back
Into the night
She
Goes.

Music: if these trees could talk