Soul Whirling Somewhere Not Breathing
it's deaf here underwater. and it's crushing my ears. but
this sea of abandoned things has kept me for so long, and
keeps me warm, a little, and churns me into aloneness; a
familiar bed that consoles the panic, and makes me
believe that i'm closer to myself with nothing between
deafness. and if i'm not breathing, then i can't hear
myself. and that's the only thing that's still real to
me. as long as i can float within each sigh, i'll still
stay alive in the life of my aloneness.
