surrealism.

i couldn't sleep well, my back hunches towards you too
effectively. irrational, we are- and you know this. i know this.

the abyss is strong and overwhelming,
blue layers the center, calling, screeching- and i crave, i do;
but with all facts secure, i'm tied in, life jacket on my throat.
breathing, breathing, breathing.

i know, i can hear every word that runs
through our minds, i know.
it really is, just, surreal.