I want to swim. I want to swim.
I wanna feel the water.
I want to splash. I want to splash.
I wanna feel it on me.
I want to feel real.
Don’t you wanna feel real?
Let me know I’m still alive.
Come here. Kiss me.
That’s real. Did you feel it?
It’s blue. Everywhere.
It’s beautiful.
I can’t see far. It’s too dark.
But I see you. Right in front of me.
As you swim. As you swim.
Where do you want to go?
I’ll take you there.
I wanna show you all the things they never showed me.
Taste the water. It tastes so alive.
Taste these words. It’s tempting.
It is worth a try. Come here.
Taste this kiss. Now, follow me.
I’ll swim slow.

And as we dream,
we dream of our past and all that we let go.
And we dream of what’s to come
and all the fortune we want to have.
Well, my love, I dream about you,
but no longer can I.
I must move on to what’s at hand.
The future is bright.
As bright as fireworks on a summer day.
As bright as the smile you gave me when we first set eyes on each other.
That’s what I want to dream about.
And I think I will.
As we do what we like.
And that’s what makes us beautiful.
Come dream my life away.
I’ve been waiting for you.

Sleep, baby, sleep.
It’s been a long day,
and I can see it in your eyes.
I know what it’s like.
And when you sleep it all goes away.
You’re neither hungry nor full.
You’re neither bored nor sad.
Yet it doesn’t matter,
because now it’s all you.
Alone, you are, to sleep for hours, days.
And when you wake you will go back and wish to sleep,
but will be forced to face the challenge.
Beautiful baby, I hope it gets better. I do.

I’m tired 
And it’s late.
Alone, I lie, at the hands of fate.
Because ultimately that’s all that matters.
For what I do is only a piece,
merely a poke at what life has in store for me.
So life, I ask you, what do you have in store for me?
Or is that not for me to know?
Well, life would be boring that way.
And I must say, I’ve been to the bottom of the barrel,
And, baby, it’s not pretty.
I’d never want to take you there.
I’ve seen some dark days 
and made some dark days.
So, tell me love, are you here to fix me?
Are you here to sew me all up?
Because what happened yesterday 
and what happens tomorrow is out of reach.
So, help me today. 
For today is what counts. 
But will you show up?
Baby, I ask you! Will you show up?
Because my heart breathe’s heavy. 
but it’s not for the taking.
So, If I give it to you, 
will you be what’s in store for me,
Tomorrow?

I want to know of this new found peace.
Is it real or is it faux?
How far does it lie? Deep.
Can I touch it? Will it disappear?
In times that feel as if this peace is only a piece of what it can be,
I must search deeper. Deeper inside of me.
But as you dig you find tunnels. And holes and caves.
How far down do I want to go?
I could search for days. Weeks and Months.
How far would anyone want to go?
Because at the bottom lies truth.
And truth brings pain.
But there is no peace without truth.
And there is no peace without pain.
So away I go.
And I will dig until my hands bleed.
Until I find my peace, locked away inside of me.
I feel it already. Already I feel free.