Sometimes What Ends Doesn't - Hightide Hotel

And I can imagine an ocean of water for miles hanging above my head

And I can imagine the vultures gathering down at the foot of my bed

I can imagine the sky a golden crimson red

But I’d rather not imagine how this ends

I find that my mind always strays to the numerous potential ways that we could

break beneath the weight of so many aching, lengthy days

And I can imagine whole scrolls of words going unwritten or unsaid

And I can imagine a patch of earth eventually replacing my bed.

I can imagine

the sky a golden crimson red

But I’d rather not imagine how this ends

I find that most of the time I’m fine if I imagine you instead