falling from great heights into vast oceans

strange standing here naked

with a gun to my head,
but this is the new world

wanted to move out to california,

but i was tied to this house, to
this job, to these children

woke up sweating and terrified

from a dream with no meaning

heard water in the basement

tasted rot, tasted decay

not sunlight, you understand,

but this numbing sensation
of suffocation

this false hope of

50 degree afternoons
at the beginning of february

the threat of freezing to death

replaced by the threat
of drowning

the feeling of rust flaking

down from great heights
onto bare skin

and did i mention the gun?

can you picture the hills

all painted a
soft, despairing grey?

we will never be more in

love than we are at this moment

we will never be more alone

choose, but then keep

your choice a secret