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Watching the waves slowly creep towards the beach, breaking along the sandbar and rolling forward into the future, I question why the sky is so dark- lit up like bright lights from not so distant stars. City lights in the moonlight glow at an even farther distance than the flaming stars, burning scars into the evening. Where are you? Looking the moon straight in the face and calling him a bitch. "Mother fucker I don't need this." The sound of silence echoes beneath my voice in abetment. With one hand i curl it into a fist, pissed, that God delivered such a beautiful sight as this. Soon i find the waters grow calmer the further back you go, against the tide. Fuck land. This is a pirate's night. I own no ship, no boat or raft. I'm swimming further out to death. The suction of the undertow pulls upon my numbing toes, and i have nothing left except to push on. Switchblade razor-waters choppy against my face. Feel the burn of the cold as i lose my grace. Slowly slipping under the plate of glass that is my disgrace. Still im wondering, pondering, where are you? These slugs from a shotgun do me no good now. A crazy boy on the run done lost his weapons, how? Dropping guards and crashing walls of my own design. I know not what i do for I am blind. The words of Jesus misinterpreted, dancing upon my tongue. Still swimming, still winning the race that can't be won. And in all this- the beautiful night and the wind upon my face. The waters around my body and the bobbling that takes place. The difference between you and I, a comparsion between land and sky. I tell you now- im neither. I'm the waters that roar in anger. I'm the stream that flows in comforting sound. I'm the creek that flows behind your house straight to the bend and curls around. I'm different like the reptiles that prefer H2o instead of oxygen. You can never be on my level, straight Mother Fucker, I'll never breathe again.