it starts with a simple drop.
drip, drip, drip
the light fades deeper within the shadows
close your eyes,
now open, they’re blurred.
your lungs are filled with everything you lost,
that which you long for,
your hope slips away, floats to the surface like bubbles.
you’re drowning.
May 9, 2019
May 9, 2019 at 11:58 PM UTC
it starts with a simple drop.
drip, drip, drip
the light fades deeper within the shadows
close your eyes,
now open, they’re blurred.
your lungs are filled with everything you lost,
that which you long for,
your hope slips away, floats to the surface like bubbles.
you’re drowning.
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