What would you know about vociferous

opponents with impetuous tendencies.

And what would you know about that place in

between sleep and awake where your mind feels

like spiraling tendrils of nothing, of nonsense.

And what would you know about getting so comfortable

with someone that you just can't love them any longer.

(or you're just not sure if you ever did)

And what, please do tell me, what would you know

about feeling like your brain is fucking rattling inside

of your head, like your cells are vibrating at such a

rapid, uncontrollable pace that you don't what's up is

and even if you were to figure that out, you'd never

know where down was.


But, when you used to lie beside me in bed and

prognosticate, (because believe me, every one of

you have done it), I used to think you were an idiot.

And I'd like to say I take that back, but I can't.

Which is why I made sure we didn't lie any longer

than necessary and then, that we didn't lie at all.

Now, I'll drink to that.
But, then again, I'll drink to just about anything