the ocean whispers its hymns, leading me astray. maybe somewhere beneath the deep blue i will find what i seek: a new beginning or a final ending. are the two the same? sometimes i feel like they are. one progresses into the other and lines are blurred, an array of blue and black and grey.
the color blue apparently has a way with me for i cannot resist the seductive song. it will all get better, just come. i know that it's death spelled in bold, shouting and yelling, crawling it's way up my throat and filling my mouth.
i don't want this. i don't want any of it.
- THE SEA WANTS TO SWALLOW ME WHOLE [ALTERNATIVELY NAMED: IT'S ANGRY NOW - 8.25.16]
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