The moments when there are no thoughts in my head
there is a clock
ticking inside
approaching the unknown
steadily ticking

That's what makes us different
rest is a stranger
and there could be nothing stranger
than fiction
I was looking at your essence
and you were well rested
with fluid exhalations

Instead of the cyclic highs and lows
I got a wrench
gripping the anchors
and deadening the buoyancy