Shaking violently;
Plunged into a dark,
Wet abyss,
Tiny bubbles escape me.
Each containing
A dream,
An idea,
A memory.
Futilely,
I gasp;
Trying to breathe
them back in.
Filling myself with vacuity.
The bubbles slowly
dissipate.
I become what
nothing is.
.
Jan 14, 2018
Jan 14, 2018 at 6:58 PM UTC
Shaking violently;
Plunged into a dark,
Wet abyss,
Tiny bubbles escape me.
Each containing
A dream,
An idea,
A memory.
Futilely,
I gasp;
Trying to breathe
them back in.
Filling myself with vacuity.
The bubbles slowly
dissipate.
I become what
nothing is.
.
