like a lead weight
Sadness weighing me down as if I'm sinking to the ground of the sea with my feet stuck in concrete. A still and unobtrusive sadness like a silent shadow like a long forgotten friend, a penumbral memory faint like a grey cat in the half-light of dusk. Lugubriousness.
The beginning is the end is the beginning. A perfect circle, Cassiopeia will show you the way to the clockwork so you may receive the flowers of time. There's but a single flower left. Set you feet on untouched ground, mind the shallows in the sea of wordless conversation, tell your stories blindly and silently. Listen, listen, listen.
Sink down into the dark, let it consume you, there's no light, sleep well, you've got less than ten seconds.
Leaden air weighing you down.
Don't stop breathing.
Breathe.
Dream.
Sleep.
Die.
Awake as another being.
The beginning is the end is the beginning. A perfect circle, Cassiopeia will show you the way to the clockwork so you may receive the flowers of time. There's but a single flower left. Set you feet on untouched ground, mind the shallows in the sea of wordless conversation, tell your stories blindly and silently. Listen, listen, listen.
Sink down into the dark, let it consume you, there's no light, sleep well, you've got less than ten seconds.
Leaden air weighing you down.
Don't stop breathing.
Breathe.
Dream.
Sleep.
Die.
Awake as another being.