at some point the world must've flipped
because i've been floating
toes never touching the sea floor
and im trying not to forget
what the sand feels like
i'm so tired trying to stay un-sunk
can't find the time to drink up the stars
from so up high
throat so dry
it's possible to drown in the vacuum of space
your lungs spill into themselves
your bones powder up
but you're not allowed to die until you find a way back down
Feb 1, 2018
Feb 1, 2018 at 4:24 PM UTC
at some point the world must've flipped
because i've been floating
toes never touching the sea floor
and im trying not to forget
what the sand feels like
i'm so tired trying to stay un-sunk
can't find the time to drink up the stars
from so up high
throat so dry
it's possible to drown in the vacuum of space
your lungs spill into themselves
your bones powder up
but you're not allowed to die until you find a way back down
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