I wish I was underwater, my thoughts drowned out by silence.
The world above me muted.
The water cooling my skin.
Surrounded by that velvety liquid we call water.
That miracle.
Oh, how I wish I were underwater.
I wish I was underwater, my thoughts drowned out by silence.
The world above me muted.
The water cooling my skin.
Surrounded by that velvety liquid we call water.
That miracle.
Oh, how I wish I were underwater.
Honesty can be a cool breeze, or the blade of a knife cutting into your skin.
It can lift you up or it can pull you down.
Honesty is usually meant in the best of intentions.
But sometimes it still hurts.
Hey younger me
You're doing great.
I believe in you.
If at this time you feel as though you don't have many friends, that's okay.
You'll get another one soon.
Sitting at a desk.
A small apartment.
Peeling wallpaper.
One window.
Hair in a messy ponytail.
Typing on a computer.
Bags under my eyes.
Plants on the windowsill.
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