I feed from the bottom, you feed from the top. I live upon morsels you happen to drop. And coffee that somehow leaks out of your cup. If nothing comes down then I'm forced to swim up.
The terrible thing about hell. Is that when you're there you can't even tell. As you move through this life you love so. You could be there and not even know.
A silent bird. A raging tide a mountainside. An open door. Looming from the surf. . A whispered word. A steady wind as we began. And then no more. To close in on the earth.
It's easy sometimes when you just coast along. But like it or not something always seems to go wrong. Sometimes people build you up just so they can knock you down.