drenched and dredged with the waste and excess of lost feelings, overly optimistic goals, personal battles, broken friendships, and missed calls.
its heavy - the worn fishing lines tangled around my legs, the tattered shirts and jeans slopped on my body. they do not belong to me. i gave all my belongings away. i can only own myself.
this liquid, no, it isn't liquid anymore. it's this viscous mass. it's filling my mouth and nose. there's a cold, clammy sensation all over my skin. levels rising. so perfectly. no air bubbles or pockets of air. i'm surrounded, becoming soggy and grey.
my thoughts are polluted. i can't tell which belong to me.
i want my spirit and will to be broken. so i can mend.
moth - burial & four tet
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