Bottomless
Prone to floating since 2013
I fell to the ground
But I felt no ground beneath me
So I looked up at the stars
But all I could find was a dead black sky
And I swear to god that I am stone cold sober
For my glass is never empty, but it's never been full
If I were a realist, then I would know
That my hands are still attached to my body
But here's my hands, and here's my voice
And I can't see a connection
So I look in the mirror to find my eyes are gone
And I swear to god that I am stone cold sober
Though my glass is never empty, it's never been filled
And I swear to god that I am stone cold sober
Gravity presses on me until I lose my vision
Yet here I am, floating around
I don't even want to stand, I just need somewhere to land
But the ground keeps falling down
I'm not a realist, but I'll put my faith in science here
Because I can't see - I have no eyes, remember?
And gravity makes my instrument sing I suppose
For I can't hear a sound
And I swear to god that I am stone cold sober
My glass is never empty but it's also never full
And I swear to god that I am stone cold sober
I just dropped my glass and it didn't hurt at all
I don't care if it hurts, I just need somewhere to land
I don't care if it hurts, I just need somewhere to land
Come back to me earth, I miss you my old friend
I don't care if it hurts, I just need somewhere to land
I don't care if it hurts
I don't care
And I swear to god that I am stone cold sober
About the Creator
Violet P. Davies
Words make me feel fulfilled occasionally.
Keep track of me on Insta @purpleproseandposies
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