e v e n  b l u e r  p i l l s


Today I woke up early. The clouds had dispersed, but the water's still murky in the bay.
Where we had just found a way to dismiss what they say about the heat of the night (and the waves).
But summer ends of course, and I'm still struggling with sister Remorse. Cause no one ever gets it,
though we wished they could and kind of hoped they would.

So here's my final defense; we had a few accidents, but they're all in past tense. And in a way, fall is
what I like the most. Let's find a house by the coast, where you can finish your novel with the ghosts.
But that's the easy part. A couple of months, then we're back to the start. 'Cause no one really wants to
spend their whole life drifting just to drift away.

So swallow another handful of even bluer pills. This year didn't kill us, but it made us weaker, still.

Tomorrow I'll sleep in late, disassemble my faith. 'Cause there's nothing to do, except wait for more
cohesive themes. We don't follow our dreams, but at least we keep dreaming, or so it seems.




t h e  m a n n e q u i n  w a k e s  -  y e s , w e  c a n ' t  -  k n o w  y o u r  v e l o c i t y  -  g r a n d  s i b l i n g s
w a t e r w a y s & a l t i t u d e  -  e v e n  b l u e r  p i l l s  -  c o l d  w a t e r s  -  t h e  n o m b e r s  g a m e
s l e e p i n g  o n  s l e e p e r s  -  t h e  b u i l d i n g s , t h e n  t h e  t r e e s