If I don’t get to meet Sufjan before I die, my life is an L.
Mother always told me, son beware the sea, beware the sea.
The tides can push you farther than you know.
There’re monsters waiting in the murky water who will rock the boat and leave you full of scars that never show.
With breath that smelled of alcohol you said to swim, said to swim.
And grabbed me by the shoulders as I cried.
We were stranded on that island making fires in the cold,
and I couldn’t signal inland if I tried.
When morning came I woke in bed with hairy cheeks, hairy cheeks
and tried to pass it off as just a dream.
But it’s hard to find your land legs, let alone pick up the pieces
when the hardest part of being is, to be.
Aquarius: Video Games
Libra: (Sleeping) Pills
Cancer: Addicted to another person