"We Have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown"*

and the regression that has sunk me into the deep blue abyss
my mental stability acting as the anchor
that prevents me from progressing
physically
pushing people away

reaching a point of isolation of unexplored waters
floating lifelessly in the dark

the land has no use for me
the ocean has no plans

and there's an overwhelming fear of isolation drowning me
as the sirens call for me
and I call for any form of ether


I never learned to swim
won't you teach me,
darling