I wrote this on a excruciatingly painful Sunday earlier this January. Actually the whole week was quite painful. Really not a nice way to start the year. At the beginning it was just two notes on my journal app, I made it into this pseudo poetry when I was transcribing it here, I think it’s a bit cringy but it be what it be

I am the sea
Immobile, devoid of warmth
Surrounded by emptiness, made of nothingness
Shimmers dance on the surface
Where distance blurs and fades
Ripples whisper above, infinitely far
Within, lifeless, no beginnings nor ends

I am in the sea
Drowning yet undying
In my own depths I can’t be ceased
Lungs filled with brine, palms covering the gasps
With my grasps, the locks that confine,
Hands and feet self-bound to the heart of the sea
Forever drowning, in endless plea