Surreal Vanity

the smooth taste of bitter black coffee with vanilla bean
mornings concoction
i couldn't sleep last night with all these thoughts swimming around
helplessly drowning in the ocean of my reason
my mental lifeguard is on vacation and the DO NOT SWIM sign
doesn't seem to be working very well

my friend sat across from me all night flying
sometimes i would watch the way his hands move
precisly, within the rhythm of his wrist
i couldn't find anything to say
just released myself into the void waiting for sleep

i haven't heard from my dad in a long time
it's begun to worry me
you take forgranted the people who are always there
and miss them every moment they are not
i don't even know where he is anymore

i'm tired, newness comes today in position
sickness eats away at a small eardrum
and i am caught between rising to the day
and staying behind ... time is running out

all done in irregular intervals