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so im at this point in my life where im floating on a sheet of sheer ice shining and perspiring away in the midst of an endless abyssal of water. each fleeting second, the water seems to close in on me and the sheet grows thinner and cracks beneath my weight. in every direction there are other sheets. some longer with cotton candy fluffs of snow, others, so slimy and smooth that they slide out of my reach. my sheet, like me, keeps melting. and before i know it (if i continue to stay on it) we will all shy away and sing ourselves into slush. they all keep telling me to jump to another sheet, but my shins keep slipping and my bones keep bending. my smile's dripdripping and scales keep growing and there is no way of knowing.
what to become and what to do.
what is me and what is you.
its under the dew.
what was skin is now fin. its not your world i want to be in. its the deep dark water
below the sheets
where i will discover my kin.
what to become and what to do.
what is me and what is you.
its under the dew.
what was skin is now fin. its not your world i want to be in. its the deep dark water
below the sheets
where i will discover my kin.