Aug 2020
I write like I am your underwater
There in awe of not being
No longer of earth
Once fully submerged
I see but cannot breathe a word
About anyone but myself in secret
And then suddenly my words run dry
Bursting forth into sandy existence
And I'm out
There in awe of not being
No longer of earth
Once fully submerged
I see but cannot breathe a word
About anyone but myself in secret
And then suddenly my words run dry
Bursting forth into sandy existence
And I'm out
All at once, it just ends. And I'm never sure how it even began or when I started to swim in the first place. Odd.
