I turn over
and watch myself fall
and the sea is furious
I feel no desire to swim
much worse than drowning,
there is nothing you can do
and worse,
nothing you want to do
I realize then
as I choke
I often feel like I’m sinking when I am not near water at all.
but then I remember
he is the sea
and he’s silently calling
to hold me forever
and as the land slowly slips away,
a sharp impulse fills my body, my mind
I feel as though I must leap
for if I do not
I know for certain I will fall
and a star shoots by
and somewhere a girl is coughing up water
You
His shore
it’s not screaming, its quiet,
calm and still…
like how the sea must appear from a star
yet he
more radical than any ocean could ever be.
completely silent.
but never empty.
Nov 16, 2012
Nov 16, 2012 at 8:45 PM UTC
I turn over
and watch myself fall
and the sea is furious
I feel no desire to swim
much worse than drowning,
there is nothing you can do
and worse,
nothing you want to do
I realize then
as I choke
I often feel like I’m sinking when I am not near water at all.
but then I remember
he is the sea
and he’s silently calling
to hold me forever
and as the land slowly slips away,
a sharp impulse fills my body, my mind
I feel as though I must leap
for if I do not
I know for certain I will fall
and a star shoots by
and somewhere a girl is coughing up water
You
His shore
it’s not screaming, its quiet,
calm and still…
like how the sea must appear from a star
yet he
more radical than any ocean could ever be.
completely silent.
but never empty.
