I'm high on sun rays,

drunk on better times.

Time is lost here:

where light simply means day

and dark only means night.

There is no darkness here.

Let's call it a numbness like a Percocet with a cocktail.

I think the water's green

and it's so much easier to breathe.

There's something beautifully calming in imperfection.

Maybe it's because it distracts me from my own

or maybe I'm just happy that I'm not alone.

Regardless, my insecurities are finally at ease,

the ripples in the water excite me instead of worry me,

and this coffee tastes better on the dock.

The water looks like strongly brewed green tea

and breathing is still easier even with a contaminant.