drop a line

Brushing off the post christmas blues,

am i happy? are you?

you'll tide

clink clink clink.
It's the last sound i'll hear.

whoosh

riding on the back of a wave,
the waters are calming down.
soon i'll b washed ashore,
maybe underground.

it would be better to see,
if it wasn't only me.
possibility...

tire spokes

it ends and begins with you.
it's what i didn't do.