Floating in the navy blue abyss.
Weeds of the sea
floating atop the choppy water.
At first glance you wouldn't tell the difference between it and myself;
lifeless, lost, detached from where I came.
I ask it who am I?
Who are we?
It drifts south, a reminder of the love that moved on.
It's easy to depart from something so stagnant.
Each meter further down
the navy turns to black.
Alone, every life reserve severed.
Afloat within the darkness.
Here I am with only myself,
contemplating my karma.
Gravity seems to have retired at the surface.
Disoriented and empty.
Being down feels up,
and what's left feels right.
Jan 19, 2018
Jan 19, 2018 at 3:55 AM UTC
Floating in the navy blue abyss.
Weeds of the sea
floating atop the choppy water.
At first glance you wouldn't tell the difference between it and myself;
lifeless, lost, detached from where I came.
I ask it who am I?
Who are we?
It drifts south, a reminder of the love that moved on.
It's easy to depart from something so stagnant.
Each meter further down
the navy turns to black.
Alone, every life reserve severed.
Afloat within the darkness.
Here I am with only myself,
contemplating my karma.
Gravity seems to have retired at the surface.
Disoriented and empty.
Being down feels up,
and what's left feels right.
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