Day 201 of 365

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. 
The morning will find you.