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I drown under the weight of what floats Yes, what floats... What floats through the air when you look at me What floats through my mind when you smile And what floats through my dreams while I sleep You float through my life The way Earth floats through space And space floats through time And time floats into the unknown All the more excruciating considering Earth, space, time, and the unknown are what complicate our situation so much I try to vocalize your essence But my words come across as saccharine They do not touch your brilliance Because you float against the current So I must swim Swim to find my way to you So we can float together Until then though... I must float to keep from drowning I must swim to keep from floating Yet I drown to keep from swimming You're my trumpet in the dark I hear your horn leagues under the water Yet when I reach out to touch you Nothing is there... Nothing is here... I see disappointment and hatred floating near you I see regret and shame floating on the horizon So I float here... And drown under the weight of what floats
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May 22, 2017
May 22, 2017 at 1:48 PM UTC
Float
I drown under the weight of what floats Yes, what floats... What floats through the air when you look at me What floats through my mind when you smile And what floats through my dreams while I sleep You float through my life The way Earth floats through space And space floats through time And time floats into the unknown All the more excruciating considering Earth, space, time, and the unknown are what complicate our situation so much I try to vocalize your essence But my words come across as saccharine They do not touch your brilliance Because you float against the current So I must swim Swim to find my way to you So we can float together Until then though... I must float to keep from drowning I must swim to keep from floating Yet I drown to keep from swimming You're my trumpet in the dark I hear your horn leagues under the water Yet when I reach out to touch you Nothing is there... Nothing is here... I see disappointment and hatred floating near you I see regret and shame floating on the horizon So I float here... And drown under the weight of what floats
#float
andrew-rueter
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andrew-rueter
30/M/Kentucky
May 22, 2017
May 22, 2017 at 1:48 PM UTC
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