As they were documenting
the height they are about to fall from,
I dropped my camera.
Some secrets are better left buried.
The sea
was once everything i needed.
The ornamental, the accidental.
The absolute is.
Night rolls in to stand watch
a film in which i play everyone,
a scene that refuses to end.
end.
Staring at the monster
who looks enough like me
to be me.
me.
Sep 29, 2025
Sep 29, 2025 at 10:48 AM UTC
As they were documenting
the height they are about to fall from,
I dropped my camera.
Some secrets are better left buried.
The sea
was once everything i needed.
The ornamental, the accidental.
The absolute is.
Night rolls in to stand watch
a film in which i play everyone,
a scene that refuses to end.
end.
Staring at the monster
who looks enough like me
to be me.
me.
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