sometimes, when I look inside myself,

i can feel the earths pulse resonate in my deepest veins,

it only happens when the tides push against me though,

knocking some sort of odd ***** out of my chest.

i saw the life walk out of me at that moment.



and with that, my vision was left tainted with the sharpest shade of blue.

the only distinguishable color in my sight was the coldest corner of sky.

with Eyes transfixed on that tattered edge;

I began to crawl to that frayed edge of the World,

perhaps-- to feel a thread of difference?

but I was met with several fragile dead ends