The times we've shared together have been nothing less than cherished and this is not a goodbye or cutting of ties, just a self fulfilled prophecy or "I told you so". I'll never forget those nights- you saved me from flesh hungry swine, drinking wine from a camera lens, friends and friendly scars, building lungs with tar and the mold in our hearts, attempting to suppress the silly stress that manifests as a weighted fucking chest. "To the beach!" we say with pastry eyes- over glazed. Hop on a six train to Lake Michigan shouting, "The night has just begun!" We'll sleep when we're red, or well read, or just too tired I guess. It doesn't make any difference when you have the same goal or gall and alcohol. You laid down on the docks claiming it was far enough, scared of a clarity you could touch, and I sympathized with lies for a really long fucking time. Besides, you've always known I belong in the water alone. I belong in the water alone.