i want to feel the levels rising until all that's left is the tip of my nose and a stray strand of white hair floating above the waterline. drowning in a sea of news and hopes and human frailty. disappointments and success. teeming with creatures too fantastical to see the light of day swimming into my eardrum, tickling the tips of my toes.
i want to take a deep breath of warm, salty water, fill my lungs with this substance of everything. a dream-world drowning. theatrical curtain call. a last word of warning and a slow-motion shot of my body sinking into the dark black depths.
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