By Adonis fin

I was there,
I was at that edge.
The edge of my ship.
My ship was strong and powerful.

Then one day it cracked.
The water came in pushing me down.
I was sad.

I was really sad.
Thoughts remorsed of the times in which I survived my first attack.

After that I kept walking.
I walked and saw what I didn't want to see.
I saw the dark over the light,
And the white was going out of sight.

I wanted red wrists.
I wanted the trail to be deeper.
As I look down I see the red turning blue.

Searching for importance as I looked up at the sea.
I saw the light fading away,
I told my self, "go...run for it".

I knew what I had to do.  
As my arms drooped,  
My head was down,
I took one last breath of air.
Grabbed my flashlight, Told my self everything will be ok

And walked.

Palm trees sway, your mind relaxes.
Humid sticky air is flustered around your hot skin.
Every devient unexplained mind enjoys the water.
Happiness and enrichment reaps through the air.
Your time of thinking is higher than you can ever imagine.
You aren't in the place you want to be in.
You are an enclosure.
Manipulation.
It's too late now you have been deceived.
Now get out!

We are the little things
We start our life with confusion
Wondering how we came to be her,
What started us?
Did we come out of knowhere.
Well you see now it's not so far to take a view of to what we thought.
Life is different
Our lives or the events leading to the big bang we are all that explosion.
We will never know it's purpose, all we know is that we are apart of it's a cycle
As if the stair cases that you go up suddenly lead to the place you started; the bottom.
You have to think of it as if two things collided created the universe but we are actually apart of those two things.
Skepticism is all that is poured on when you figure the mystery out.
Your life is a constant and wasn't created, never created for a long time just at one instance that is in a forever paradox, unfortunately we are stuck in the black holes of nothing , nothingness is movement of a creation.
We pass through a loop that takes us back to the same place trying to create something, we are the little reactions going on when the parts of the objects collide together to explode and create that reality; paradox.
Keep calm
You will now know
What it's like
To not be anything
People are right sometimes
Life and everything doesn't matter if it is nothing to begin with.
Leave you mindless.
But hey, you learned something; nothing.
Be careful what you find out there because it just might not be something.