I toss a stone in the winding black of a tunnel
just to hear the way it’s
flung away from my body
and returned to me
the circular nature of this tunnel and the echo
the ricochet, a sound which lances through me
the weight of the drop, the echo
the tunnel
I fight back with my own repetition
I’m afraid to say it, but I say it anyway,
“Alive, alive, I’m alive.”
the drop in the dark is just a plummet
I’ll come back too, if I can
if I can
I can
if it has to repeat, I’ll repeat it
five times, 10 times, a hundred times
I’ll cast my psyche out on line each morning
just to submerge myself in the unknown
the circular nature of the reel and the wave
the darkest water, the gasp
the winding or the knots
the line
I swim against a current so much stronger than myself
the terror in a body fighting to survive,
“Live, live, I’m going to live.”
the drop in the dark is just a plummet
I’ll tear away from anything sharp if I can
if I can
I can
if I have to be anything
I’ll become the stone in the dark
I’ll tear away from anything sharp
against the current
against the line
my own voice echoes in the tunnel
I’m afraid to say it, so I say it again,
“Alive, alive, I’m alive.”
if it has to repeat, then I’ll repeat it
ten times, 50 times, a thousand times
I’ll come back
I’ll be the stone in the tunnel
the drop, the echo
a sound that lances through me
the terror in a body just fighting to survive
“Live, live, I’m going to live”
if I can
if I can
I can
Apr 19
Apr 19, 2026 at 2:56 AM UTC
I toss a stone in the winding black of a tunnel
just to hear the way it’s
flung away from my body
and returned to me
the circular nature of this tunnel and the echo
the ricochet, a sound which lances through me
the weight of the drop, the echo
the tunnel
I fight back with my own repetition
I’m afraid to say it, but I say it anyway,
“Alive, alive, I’m alive.”
the drop in the dark is just a plummet
I’ll come back too, if I can
if I can
I can
if it has to repeat, I’ll repeat it
five times, 10 times, a hundred times
I’ll cast my psyche out on line each morning
just to submerge myself in the unknown
the circular nature of the reel and the wave
the darkest water, the gasp
the winding or the knots
the line
I swim against a current so much stronger than myself
the terror in a body fighting to survive,
“Live, live, I’m going to live.”
the drop in the dark is just a plummet
I’ll tear away from anything sharp if I can
if I can
I can
if I have to be anything
I’ll become the stone in the dark
I’ll tear away from anything sharp
against the current
against the line
my own voice echoes in the tunnel
I’m afraid to say it, so I say it again,
“Alive, alive, I’m alive.”
if it has to repeat, then I’ll repeat it
ten times, 50 times, a thousand times
I’ll come back
I’ll be the stone in the tunnel
the drop, the echo
a sound that lances through me
the terror in a body just fighting to survive
“Live, live, I’m going to live”
if I can
if I can
I can
OCD and ideation.
