I'm drowning in gooey tan sand and there's no chance of escaping. Deeper I plummet as I gasp for breaths I never receive. Strangely, I'm okay with that. I hear you spilling out tall tales of your life while I sink but I'm too wrapped up in your stories to notice I'm slowly vanishing. Beneath the ground I can feel butterflies fluttering and trying to make their way out alive but there's just as much hope for them as there is for me. I want you to rescue me. I want you to pull me up and out. But you wouldn't if you could, so you don't. So I disappear. Sunken and devoured by quicksand.
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 1:37 AM UTC
I'm drowning in gooey tan sand and there's no chance of escaping. Deeper I plummet as I gasp for breaths I never receive. Strangely, I'm okay with that. I hear you spilling out tall tales of your life while I sink but I'm too wrapped up in your stories to notice I'm slowly vanishing. Beneath the ground I can feel butterflies fluttering and trying to make their way out alive but there's just as much hope for them as there is for me. I want you to rescue me. I want you to pull me up and out. But you wouldn't if you could, so you don't. So I disappear. Sunken and devoured by quicksand.
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