am i in a dream state? my face has changed colors.
drowsy in my thoughts of you.
you are the fish he sang about, and i was cut free.
things are blending, bleeding.
Am i the fish then? and you the free?
i am not good- i am not what i once was. I have shadowed and i have shed.
its winter soon and i will flower under your cold absence.
wont you stay and watch me for a while?