Like the ending of the storm, you feel it in your veins like the slow rise at the beginning of a sail. The dawn is barely breaking and we yearn to curdle in our own sleep because we have the desire to dream our life away. Sometimes we have everything we truly need though we pretend it is otherwise to continue searching. I hold a sickened feeling at the tips of my fingers, slowly I bring them to a rise and let them rest on my lips because I'm curious to see how it tastes.
