still, eerily still.
as if the whole world washed away
like the tide going back to sea.
eerily still, quiet
yet calming, and serene.
that feeling of being underwater,
the small moment of clarity when the pain has faded,
and the shimmering walls of water become beautiful.
soundless
numb.
the urge to close your eyes and drift away into nothingness.
everything feels cold, empty, dark.
till you wake up.
the sounds of the world flooding in,
that's reality.
eerily still, and quiet now gone
that's the irony of it really,
eerily still and quiet, a joke even.
you don't need water to drown,
society does it for you.
-h.l.m
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Thought Dump
Non-FictionA collage of random things I have written including: poems, short stories, short essays, and just whatever creativity that flows out.
