Sep 6, 2018 · 1 min read
Ships that pass at night .
I climb to the roof when I’m sad
It gives me the same rush
as people who have it bad
who always act like they have a rash
I live close to the freeway
so escape is never far away
one step and I’m could be away;
wherever you are.
I’ve been climbing the roof more often
so the lows may soften
ironically heights make for the worst landings.
tender winds make my mind wander
machines in chorus bring me back
cars seem to move faster
to remind me of how I’d never suffer.
We are like ships that pass
I hope the impressions I left last
and my errs are left in the past
How is love like suicide?
Easy.
from great heights I fall,
fall for something or
from something.
This is not my life, it’s just a fond farewell to a friend.
