Pressed eyes into the backs of minds. It’s all this stress that will leave me blind. All this air is weighing me down, my lungs are hundreds of pounds. I can feel every little bit of my surroundings, and I think I’m swimming above water. I think I’m breathing but I think I’m drowning. Enlightened words at half a mile an hour, I can barely hear out your voice. I can feel your breath, it’s just pushing me away from you with every word you muster. I drift and I drift alone, all everyone is doing is pushing me in different directions.
Posted on Tuesday, 14 February 2012