Mindescape

I don't like to sleep

where the water stretches its arms along our shores.

But it is where you will find me, nonetheless

it being the only place my chest stops hurting

when drowning everyday, in their slums. 

I chose to the sky as a

blanket even though it is at the best of times,

a little holy with its starry nights. Is not my

preferred place for napping. 

But it is where you will find me, nontheless.

I lie indignantly still and curled preciously

between the ocean and sky. I have to

wear goggles for when I lay my weary head on

a passing cloud. I wake up every night

with water falling from my eyes, and cotton

silenced in my ear.