I feel so inspired right now. Which is strange seeing as I have wasted most of the day unconstructively wasting my time and wanting to be asleep.
I hate this whole China scenario. Right now, I would go in a second. I am listening to music and imagining doing some amazing things with some incredible views and really coming out of myself as a person.
I really want to, but I know a few hours from now, I will not want this at all.
It’s such a mess.
All things said and all things done,
To me when I was only young,
All the fears and all the frowns,
Everything which brought me down,
All the sobs and all the cries,
Bringing tears back to my eyes,
Reiterate, regurgitate,
Let go the weight,
Obliviate.
Those days where you just wish it was late enough for you to justify going to sleep so that you didn’t have to feel things any more.
Man overboard,
Lost at sea,
My ship has sailed,
Abandoned me,
Without a compass,
Or a sail,
Seems as though,
I’m doomed to fail
All my strength,
To stay afloat,
Long lost hope,
Of a passing boat,
Treading water,
For my life,
Coldness stabbing,
Like a knife,
Current dragging,
Forever down,
Sometimes I think,
I’d rather drown,
Open my mouth,
Let go a cry,
But howls are lost,
In stormy sky,
The salty poison,
Rushes in,
I feel it burning.
From within,
Endless coughing,
Wretching, choking,
Smothered, swallowed,
Completely soaking
I am numb,
Right to my spine,
This body is,
No longer mine,
I’ve been stolen,
By the sea,
A watery prison,
I’ll never be free,
Am I a body?
Am I a corpse?
Am I a ghost?
Are these my thoughts?
Waves they crash,
Above my head,
Am I conscious?
Am I dead?
All is silent,
All is dark,
Collapsing lungs,
Slowing heart,
Then suddenly,
An almighty roar,
She spits me out,
Upon the shore,
I fall heavy,
On the sand,
Completely lost,
But I’m on land,
Still and silent,
Here I lay,
Until the tide,
Has died away,
I breathe, I blink,
I see the sky,
For, now it’s over,
And I’m alive.