Blue and pink twists together in the deep
Colossus is born
A spiral of beauty shrouded in a cloud of its own darkness

Ink blots were not the intention
Hide behind this natural curtain
Stay in wait where your beauty is kept to yourself

A philosophy only works if you’re all in
A religion is god’s until you’ve made it your own
Poachers are everywhere
Stay out of their boat

Cherry pickers are why the ocean is ink and oil
Fear in its blackest essence
Poisoned in its resistance

Anything on paper becomes a story
Why should we doubt if it weren’t for being scared?

Why is it so hard to look at written word as real life?
The significance was experienced in  the author’s mind

Fantasy is truly all we need
But when it is logical
We are affirmed
That there is more than what we see

Sit on a beach
Look at the stars of another planet
The depth is stacked upon itself at the horizon
White crests and
Frothy oxygen bubbles
Just like the one we live inside of

To think is to exist
So why not?

I stair up at the ceiling
My feet could be there
I just need to fall
I just need stairs

They call us desensitized for living in the real world
The depths are a part of our journey

But when you live in your head

You Indulge