Blub Blub BLub
Pooling - swarming - rising above my chest
A buzz of a fan - the crinkled whispers of leaves
Fade off and drown into static.
What else is there? Why do I have to stay?
Can’t I leave? Can’t I go?
What is keeping me here, but you?
Hypocrite! Salty air on your tongue.
Theres nothing you can do now.
It’s at my nose.
Feb 26, 2025
Feb 26, 2025 at 11:28 AM UTC
Blub Blub BLub
Pooling - swarming - rising above my chest
A buzz of a fan - the crinkled whispers of leaves
Fade off and drown into static.
What else is there? Why do I have to stay?
Can’t I leave? Can’t I go?
What is keeping me here, but you?
Hypocrite! Salty air on your tongue.
Theres nothing you can do now.
It’s at my nose.