Surreality

standing on the very last rock watching rivers flow remembring the best of times that we no longer know dreaming on the plastic couch amongst the bloodshot eyes still shaking from the needles deep when ceilings start to rise silence fills the air again he sits and planned to stay finally she spoke to him he shakes his head and fades away couldnt bring herself to take the mug so she sifts surreal air giving up she wreathes in pain as her insides twist and tear happy in sedation wrapped in linen white trapped inside these shrinking walls just for one more night