Sometimes i cry for no good reason, sometimes i think i’m falling backwards knowing that i’m going to hit my head on the edge, sometimes i think i have no grounding like im swimming in mid air, sometimes i wonder how special things are and why they dont see them too, i wonder the cottages around my villiage thought and i knock on each door of each brightly lit house though it plagues me to find no one answers.
The ceiling is unclear from where I lie, gazing through this bath water, and somehow deep inside i know that maybe i will not go.
I hear the muffled sounds of this container i find myself in, metalic clang my elbows make when struggling i force myself to lie, it maybe when my skin is shead that i will trully die.
but now i rest with the pressure of my lungs crying to breath – and like an arrogant fool i dismiss them altogether.
I can hear my heart beating here under this watery seal, but now it seems to have joined the realms of metalic lumber…slumber i will not for ’tis still day, perhaps another time I’ll make longer my stay.