i can t believe what i see staring out from the coast of this glittering neon sea standing still for the first time as the tide climbs up to kiss my feet and my senses scream its freezing but i know better than to believe them now they tell me theres no meaning there as if i d never searched on solid ground and found nothing more than the firm adherence to an old belief that the air that fills a red balloon would be different were it green but i can see how you d believe it they were both so full of emptiness they almost seemed real and it can be so hard to tell until they pop