Iam energy, Iam time wrapped up in a bowl of fruit
Sweetness is the taste of my lips, my eyes using my collosal mind to grip
Where I slip into a downward spiral, deeper than the underwater caves, darker sleepless nights turn into long
Crying days
Puffy, sweaty, Im just like a blow fish, ready to pop! I need my strength, to rise back to the top
To breathe again, gasping for air, I choke, cough a little(tiny air bubbles pop)
Nothing changes, but the time
I go back in for another dive