[Breathe] A n o n y m o u s
The way the depths of the ocean can push me back is horrible. It provides cover for the worst of the worst. The mist had touched the lips of fish miles deep before. But now it’s in the air around me! Some find it calm, but it suffocates me. I can’t escape the ocean, I can’t get away from the sea. You found me treading water for so long. Till it isn’t your breath that fills my lungs, your hand that grasps my neck, pushing me under, giving your sun the opportunity to take me, I will resent you.
The sun and sea conspire against me.
And yet I breathe.
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