2:03 a.m.
11/24/09

The clock is ticking and my world is spinning. The sound keeps me up as if it were screaming. Dreams overtake me, far away from what’s real, I am sailing on sunken ships. Deep under water, I can feel the pressure building, carrying the toxins through my suffocated veins as I float, pushing the feeling through to my treasure chest, to a heart that keeps beating; a rythmic sound. Sparrows keep me company, down under in a world away from sunshine, a place that’s mine. I am the capitan, sailing on the to ocean floor, heavy head as my anchor. Drifting, I am drifting, sailing beneath the horizon. I am in too deep. Where is my harbor, where are my sails? Where are my men, my crew, my stable? Where is my lighthouse, where is my ale? Impailed. Frail, but I’ve hopes and dreams.
I wait, but I still hear the sound, faint as an echo, it is much too loud. I am sailing on sunken ships, sing me to sleep. Loose lipped, yet free, floating in the sea. I’ll share my treasure, defend my ship. I’m lost at sea, will you come find me?