I am coming.

Traveling the current, while facing backward.
Watching the world change every moment.
Feeling the wind of past storms.
But I, am coming.

Taller than the tide, but shorter than the fish.
I'm a pebble in this abyss.
Without food or water.
But I am coming.

This place is still.
As I see no land, no water.
Only the sky, mixing the colors.
And I am coming

You're close, I can see it.
A light moving in circles.
The light stopped, opposite to me.
But I am here.

It's dark.
Time has halted, freezing my ocean.
I am here.
Where are you?

I saw it
A figure the size of me
filled with the empty black
injecting a pricing screech
that pushed me further in my bed
I can't move
as it is looking at me, and through me

the sounds are getting louder
tickling my eardrum
I close my eyes
and open to see it climb the walls
I close my eyes again
and wake.

give me a moment
just a little moment
to not exist

What tribe are you from?
I can only see your legs and arms

Colors are dying through your eyes
bringing neon light
and tilted skies

I cant see and can't speak
of your beautiful physique

Blinded by the wonder words
you say to put me right asleep

I wake without sight
truly blinded by you

I cross the ocean for you
only for my ship to sink
not by fire or cannon
but by the simple toll of waiting

decay

I feel the water squeezing my chest
replacing my air with your water
pushing into my system
that was never mine

The universe  is beyond our eyes and ears
close all
and you will hear and see.