The depths and the hold of the midnight hues of dusk flowing into the surface of the water. The sunken truth that lies in that shallow vastness washes up on the shore, a trail of lingering darkness found in the waters.
And so help me as I cannot help but become consumed by the calling waves, It whispers to me, it feels familiar like home.
There is only a grim satisfaction that remains on my face as I sink into the abyssal trap, surrounded by all the unearthly treasures I can only hold so much of.
And there it was, in that shallow looking emptiness the indigo that threatened to take hold. I was consumed by the sapphire that corrupted my lungs.
I reach out to the surface fading from my view but only shades of cerulean escaped my mouth, with no hope but only the suffocating feeling
of the deep blues.
-Kore
Remembered that time I was floating in the ocean and a small earthquake happened.