On empty days and empty nights, it's silent, but also loud outside. Lost In a sea, I struggle to think of anything else besides you. Beneath its ripples, my cold stiff hands hold the map as it takes in salt and crumbles to dust. My compass point interchanges in directions while my heavy chest sinks lower and lower, drowning my soul further away from your pillow arms which could have been there, suffocating me to sleep before I lose myself in a sea. On empty days and empty nights. I'm further away from your pillow arms. Where is not silent, not loud, not below the sea, not above clouds. Soundless and endless.
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