Come on, it's time to go.

[waywardeuphoria]

There is no pain, you are receding.

A distant ship's smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I cant hear what you're saying
When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse,
Out of the corner of my eye.
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown, the dream is gone

I have become comfortably numb.

"What would you be down with?"
"Nothing."