Sticky legs on a leather couch.

Breeze, slightly stirring, slips through a window.

Summarizing the situation.

How did I get here?

Soberness sails away into a sea of sorrow.

Seizures of self-reflection.

I'm solo, like a solemn lamp silhouetting shadows.

Shot gun blues serenade senses of stress and strife.

Cerebellum suffers, can't set myself up.

Horizon line now vertical.

Slithering like a broken serpent, seeking support somewhere in silence.

Searching for sun and smiles-shattered.

Life ceasing.