Framed so poetically, there it stays Never steps out of its flimsy boundary line but it takes in everything with him Inside a a static sea frame, there roam all the wild guesses you took: all blue all trapped, as erratic and diminishing as it was named. Was you were to throw that time when you tried to take to the sea all into it? There is no need to make me open my eyes to see something as obvious as this for a even a blind man can see it so crystal clear in his pitch black vision I'm closing my eyes and hope it stops but
I remember waking up somewhere in midnight term drowning in salty seas and making bitter coffee to recede the former taste. I found your diary on the sea shore with all of the demerara sugar sand disconnecting wires in my mind with overflowing water in the bathtub and getting electrocuted. Alarms when off buzzing with tick tocks I found myself with a pacemaker also your dying digital clock you had since forever, displaying blurs of phobia
Am I wrong to be trying to breath underwater Would it be right to despise the blue sea that should soothes us that turned grey for all our fears we threw in without hesitate I put all of my fears into this sea, as a glitched version of your deceiving eye hue, demerara sugar on the edge of your lips lingering in my coffee chronomentrophobia oh thalassophobia, yet I was to choose between icy cold ocean air and falling into clocks' icicle-like hands. This is much of an error as it is a tsunami washing us with a tide of heartache like over sugared coffee with still bitter taste that melted into my inner cheeks when I had ulcers and you wearing wristwatch while holding my hands.
I spent the day researching phobias and learnt that there are phobia for almost everything. I am not suffering from any of two of this phobias. I also spent the day learning about sugar types and pacemaker and coffee. Sometimes I think phobias are beautiful in some unexplainable ways.