Life.
Interactions with the world
My thoughts flowing freely out into my environment,
birds’ songs fill my ears as time begins to cease.
The colors of the sunset mix with my thoughts,
my possessions fill the air—
Darkness.
Cold as the pavement I landed on
Shades of black and grey on the backs of my eyelids
My body mechanically rising and falling
The constant rhythm of my pulse,
like the ticking of a clock,
my ears pound with this paralyzing sound.
They speak to me telling me that it’s okay
But I can only think
As I sink into the depths of myself
Into the dark and accepting waters of my subconscious—
Drowning.
Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 10:12 AM UTC
Life.
Interactions with the world
My thoughts flowing freely out into my environment,
birds’ songs fill my ears as time begins to cease.
The colors of the sunset mix with my thoughts,
my possessions fill the air—
Darkness.
Cold as the pavement I landed on
Shades of black and grey on the backs of my eyelids
My body mechanically rising and falling
The constant rhythm of my pulse,
like the ticking of a clock,
my ears pound with this paralyzing sound.
They speak to me telling me that it’s okay
But I can only think
As I sink into the depths of myself
Into the dark and accepting waters of my subconscious—
Drowning.
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