the wind feels the face.
all the earth spins.
while sleep is or isn't.
how do you know that you're right.
if you're not nervous anymore.
I'm pushing on past rocks and riptides.
I hit the bottle with a hook.
feel the wind on your face.
it is the same wind I feel.
offer me survival and I will tell you when it's over.
more than this, more than petrichor pain.
it's not so bad.
it's not so bad.
high in the sky.
knuckles and nonsense.