Too much water surrounds me. Everywhere I turn, the color blue fades into...
still I awake every night parched with thirst. I am drowning with lips cracked like the deserts of my lineage.
The language I speak is foreign to me. I wake up and cry out for you, stranger without a face. I take more solace in the Unknown than all that I have known throughout the years of characters I have embraced.
You cannot hold the hand of someone whose life is at their fingertips. Just beyond reach,
I wonder what I would have become had I stayed and been raised by you.
Would you love me with the same fervor and tragedy as you do, not having been a part of my growing youth?
The wealth of my love is hidden in the shadows of my subconscious. All anyone sees is a mercurial kind of beauty. Enigmatic. Difficult to train. Responsive and despondent all the same.
Before I drift off to the dreamlands each night, I pray to stay there a little while longer. A place where gravity does not exist. And the beginning is the middle with no written fates across our face.
I cannot tell you this, and so here I write the rest of it. I fear I shall come and feel even more placeless in the soil that once birthed me. I am wishing for the past beyond farther than even memory. Longing for the youth of a man that was once my father.
Your fate has become my deepest suffering. You bleed and across the seas, there is nothing I can do.
You know just as well as I, how painful the hymn of mortality sings. Our life is borrowed, our love is blue.
Was every me and ever you.