Slowly descending into a rich navy blue created at the expense of my own feelings and emotions. I desire to swim and break the surface, where the sky and turbulent waters meet each other, and allow my lungs to expand so the cold and salty air may make a home inside.
Yet, I do not.
There is comfort in staying here, in this vast space, floating and sinking at the same time. The beams of light slowly fading, the blue of it all becoming an overbearing shadow for them.
Calm. Quiet. Peaceful. Home.
Accepting and allowing me to shelter myself away from the world that unknowingly deteriorates me with the passing time.
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A Look Inside: Words Unspoken
De TodoI don't know, but here this is. Feedback is welcomed and appreciated. Thank you. Not Edited, just writing it as I go.
