Trapped Under Water
I find a reflection of my monotonous obsessions in the marks I leave on the pages that bind my emotions and attitudes, vexing my creativity, burning my positivity asunder. The continuity of the exchanges between the beautiful souls I encounter shift my mood with such ease and give rise to a laser-like focused force on the already bleeding flaws of my disposition. I dream of a place covered in hues of orange and purple where the one who is both my separate peace and pyrotechnic anxiety pushes me over, and I crash into a tainted water where they can’t help but crash as well. We hide in this water, safe from the words of society, and they kiss me strong, like I’ve never been kissed before. I awake and swallow the inebriates that help destroy these dreams that haunt me during the day. And even though I can smile and say that I’m alright and that everything in my life is going the way it should, there will always be the boy in my dreams, trapped under the water. Help me please somebody give me air again please I’ll do anything.