The ocean drowned, I was under all of it. My friends left me, I had no one. I didn't know where the sea was going and sure as hell didn't know where i was. Just came from a river now trown into a icean with no food. Didn't let myself search any. pictures and whispers of the easiest way to let myself fly. saw blood dripping in the sea and I only got deeper. I saw the sky in imagination, and let everyone see I was perfect. fools on them, cause i haven't had let go of my breath for years now and i feel like flying but I can't sink lower.
Some sea witch says I have to search for food again, I have to let go of my breath, I have to let it all in. She says I have to let me in again. Pherhaps then, I could finally fly again. Never saw her again and I lived on in the fantasy of me flying while burried in the ocean, with all the thoughts that were closing.
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labeld sicknesses
Poesíayou make me sick, you labeld love into sickness. you turned me into a label. My name was no use, i was just a sickness to you. you, is who i blame. ofcourse i know you are just a name. I let you go, and make it turn into snow. snow around my tears...
