It's gone 4am, I can't sleep as usual, so I thought I'd post something I wrote a couple of years back for a friend. I won't say what it's about. I put my bottle down, in my broken mirror, a technicolour romance, plays in the waters. I put my bottle down, in perfect inertia, sometimes in places, you thought me invulnerable. I put my bottle down, in cosy dystopia, a perpetual existance, where time means nothing. I'll put my body down, in my gentle hysteria, I'll bleed us a sunset, and kiss us away.