Solitary beings in a sea
of salty souls
The impossibility of invisibility
yet we are still individual
Relearning to be alone
when surrounded by islands like our own
An amputation of time
to take a temporary break
Returning, life floods back
in high definition -- excruciatingly bright
Waking up in an empty location
no sound lingers, no babbling lips
When you open your mouth -- your aura
it creeks and croaks
Recognizable yet unfamiliar vibrations
crave to spill over the cups rim
Filled with a life story
and filled with thought
Instead of a spill, drink all of the solidarity
until the last drop





















