hey boy come sleep i'll turn the ocean into sky
Wednesday, Aug. 25, 2004 @ 11:11 p.m.

lay back. run your fingers through your hair. it's not so bad. quiet steps in the right direction. a light ahead. a warm place. safety without shelter. nothing unexpected. nothing to confuse. every ghost long banished, every cobweb returned to its attic. hush. lay back. eighteen seconds before sunrise. now seventeen. the ocean spread as sky. the wind, not solitude. the way you ran your fingers through my hair. your translucent skin. it's not so bad. it's beautiful. it's silent. impossible. a lullaby on your lips. a whisper under water. come to sleep.