hangs out...
Created on a whim. But is it more substantial than that? I don't know.
My Ocean:
Fighting, Struggling, Straining.
All my strength. All of me.
Dying to hold back an entire Ocean.
I'm scared. Terrified.
Terrified to disappoint.
Terrified of those eyes.
Terrified of the ocean.
I can't fail.
How did I get here?
Why does my pleasure bring more pain?
More weight, more expectations.
More fear, more doubt.
I can't dissapoint.
Where is the end?
Who can save me?
Save me, from me.
From my Ocean.
My Ocean:
Fighting, Struggling, Straining.
All my strength. All of me.
Dying to hold back an entire Ocean.
I'm scared. Terrified.
Terrified to disappoint.
Terrified of those eyes.
Terrified of the ocean.
I can't fail.
How did I get here?
Why does my pleasure bring more pain?
More weight, more expectations.
More fear, more doubt.
I can't dissapoint.
Where is the end?
Who can save me?
Save me, from me.
From my Ocean.