My brain feels pretty jumbled today from lack of sleep but there is no place I'd rather be in this specific moment. Working on a Saturday night in Charlestown Rhode Island. A place in which I spent my summers as a boy. It's a place near to my heart and it feels good to here.

My pen seems to flow easier here.
I drift into the absence of clairvoyant thought.

Present state me better than the glass between us.
Massive breaths of fresh salt water.

Am I see drunk.
Walking with my retina destroyer.
Sometimes I forget to put her down and be here.

But with these people in this place.

I am.
Just.
The morning will find you.