uhhhh i can't sleep.

i'm not who i want to be, yet.
but i've come along way
and even though most days
i feel like stability inverted,
all backwards twisted,
i've found happiness
and, less often, but more groundbreaking,
freedom
from all the things i thought
i needed to trust in.
you know,
we aren't there yet.
the things i believe in tell me
that in this life
we never will be.
but when the sunset swallows us
like the golden plums
we pretend we aren't,
we will burn like silver flags
and typewriters that function.
we come from stuff that makes
the wars that kill our children,
but i spent so long
trying to hide my limp
i almost forgot how to run
like fire wings hold my feet
and they do,
so i get burned sometimes
when i slow down too much
but the things i believe in
like liberty
and god
tell me sea salt clears the head
so let's fly
like we never want the oceans to dry up
and they will without our guard
so we'll keep flying
like watchmen,
drunk on honey.