Mood: Beyond Exhausted.
Song: Space Escalate - The Polish Ambassador.
Drifting into the sea of thoughts,
I allow myself to plunge.
Swimming deeper as I find the waters aren't as cold as I had expected.
The water glows even.
I open my mouth to breathe,
I don't choke.
I don't drown.
What do I find?
Life. Lessons. Realizations.
I gasp, the air tastes so sweet on my tongue,
In my throat as it travels to my needing lungs.
I bite my lip,
Watch everything around me flutter.
Lights flash,
Sounds collide.
What's going on within me?
I wonder, and question, swimming further.
... Suddenly,
The water isn't warm.
it's freezing,
I see bits of ice within it.
I want to turn around,
but a glacier has found its way to blocking my beautiful exit.
End Act I?
I think not.
I keep forward.
And Act I of the Sea of Thoughts rages on.
Hypothermia sets in,
I can feel it - my skin turning blue.
I can see it, my heart aching.
The sea of thoughts,
I look into them now.
As the cold buries me alive - I see now.
Everything horrible that the warm, shallow surface disguises...
The life and lessons of these...
Are things I'm not interested in.
I'd much rather repeat my mistakes,
Forevermore.
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