Sleeping with eyes wide open

I'm sitting...in this chair...with no arm rests. My fingers are tired from translating thoughts in my heart into words that I share with you when you are asleep. My conversations are better received this way; I'm alive and wide awake, You are dead inside and snoring a loud. One can only hope our situation will change for the better. I'm clicking on a keyboard that holds my truth inside of it's letters. I pray that my fumbling comes out smelling like a story and tasting like cherry flavored hope. Some would say this is the part where I should cross my fingers and grab my balls as I throw myself against the world. I am okay to fall...freely. I came into this world in such a manner I intend to walk out of it the same. I'm lost somewhere in this Friday. The weather to me, looks like it's a Sunday winter afternoon. The sound of music blaring from the speaker to me, sounds like I am a fifteen year old in 1980 something. The taste of water to me, tastes like a lazy Tuesday on the beach of Coronado Island a few years back. I'm lost somewhere in this memory. Are you alright to not be carried today? Is the question I ask you as you roll from your right side onto your tummy dreaming of me in a white bikini...like I never existed today. I'm cool, I'm okay, I'm alright, I'm good. The kid is grown up and the girl is going to make something of it after all. Don't you wake up! I'm sitting...on top of the world...without a net below.