I stopped smiling when i figured out that I look like a fool
every time I do it. When you were drunk and alone i longed
to talking every word i know. But i am tounge tide and
unaware that we do not exist. you are sad and i am
ignorant, we are shots of hard alcohol and laughter
and brief times in summer hammoks. needless to say
i have for got to write about the truth.
day drifts in to night and we only meet then.

Just like they do, counting the multiple times
we just get up and roll away. Forest hiding
shame and bringing pure bliss.