murky depths of stagnating water ebb and flow through the river of the mind knowledge trapped within the slimy deep washes loose, breaking through the surface of thought with intrusive driftwood from the past the splinter lurches forward through the undertow that tries, in vain, to drag the castaway down again then the drowning swimmer gives in the darkness swallows it whole burying the deadwood once more in the mire at the bottom of conciousness
Reason for writing:
a dear friend of mine was found dead in his home. he died
as he lived alone. noone deserves that. he was the inspiration to write, isolation was the inspiration to submit
Birth sign: Not entered
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