notes found on cellphone after a night of drink

At this time I am someone else
dull thuds echoing footsteps
through the crack of their
windows' hitting futon
slumbering ears slowly
trudging home to
temporaneous police wails to
get them through a light and
the passing cabs of
drunk western societal projects/
effects (refine me later.)

In the old neighbourhood, is it wrong to approach strange cats?

(Nothing could have prepared me for that she said)

I've slept in fields waiting for the morning to come

after walking for hours in the night

face staring down still black waters
doubled socks behind bleeding heels
considered breaking into a boathouse to sleep
placed my feet in a schoolbag to ward off mosquitoes,
used my skateboard (at the time) as a pillow

I've gone back to the water
When the sun finally broke

After walking
washing
 bloodied feet.
though I was broken,

You sat, still (unconvinced)
beautiful in the morning light.