2021-08-01

late hours

Something tries to speak to me in the late hours. I think I may need to go sober again to fully understand. Something tilting between dreams and radio voices. I spend so much time alone. I just want something. Some clarity, some understanding. Something in the sky. Something way out over the ocean. Something in the air I breathe. There is so much delightful noise in the silence of a sunny Saturday morning.