Life. Interactions with the world My thoughts flowing freely out into my environment, birds’ songs fill my ears as time begins to cease. The colors of the sunset mix with my thoughts, my possessions fill the air— Darkness. Cold as the pavement I landed on Shades of black and grey on the backs of my eyelids My body mechanically rising and falling The constant rhythm of my pulse, like the ticking of a clock, my ears pound with this paralyzing sound. They speak to me telling me that it’s okay But I can only think As I sink into the depths of myself Into the dark and accepting waters of my subconscious— Drowning.