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Drowning
People pass me by, faces instill momentarily in my mind before splashing into the stream of my subconscious. Vague words don’t register, drowned by the overflowing sea of thought in my flooded head.
Oceans are formed filled with gasping pictures of the past, faces of girls and suffocating words of wisdom and frivolity.
I often wonder where this ocean leads, and why I must flop about in the outside world, reverse drowning like a fish out of water.
The world outside of these oceans offers only a sea of time,whose ebbs and flows gradually become too fast to keep swimming.
An ocean of thoughts, but where will this fish go when the tide disappears?
Oceans are formed filled with gasping pictures of the past, faces of girls and suffocating words of wisdom and frivolity.
I often wonder where this ocean leads, and why I must flop about in the outside world, reverse drowning like a fish out of water.
The world outside of these oceans offers only a sea of time,whose ebbs and flows gradually become too fast to keep swimming.
An ocean of thoughts, but where will this fish go when the tide disappears?
Published 24th Oct 2012
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