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"The problems arise when we begin to believe literally in our own metaphors."
— Dan Brown
Thursday, September 24, 2015 @ 12:00 AM
Tonight—

Tonight, I am drowning;
I am fading.
I am part of foams in evening tides,
and ideas of me vanish into thin air.

Tonight, I am drowning;
and I am nothing to lose.
I am nothing to miss—possibly the light that guides, barely a home.
I'm a disaster, living in a tiny chapter.

Tonight, I am drowning;
In an endless ocean of thoughts of things, that I don't want to know about.
In an endless ocean of people who don't matter, that I don't want to think about.

Tonight, I am drowning;
and never blame if I ever suffocate,
if I drive myself too close to the barrier reef,
and the scars are left too big.
Nobody can save you from yourself.

Tonight, I am drowning;
I, the coward living in the witch's coat.
Not even I, the one that holds the blade of my living,
nobody can save you from pain.


Tonight, I am drowning.

(150924—12:00 AM)