I am sinking,
into the depth of my own feelings,
drowning somewhere in the ocean,
I created.
Depths also unknown to me.
How strange—
It is that,
my lungs still hold on.
I keep sinking,
deeper into the dark,
a place even I do not know.
Where I will go?
Perhaps it's my heavy heart
that pulls me lower.
Still, I reach out my hand,
hoping a boat might notice.
Even when I am deep down somewhere,
I do not know.
I am comfortable at the same time,
Uncomfortable.
This darkness,
This loneliness,
Terrifies me.
Ah,
A boat floating somewhere
Though I cannot see it,
but one I believe is there,
far above me,
floating above a sky of stars.
I am not hoping to be found.
I only hope,
my hand might touch something—
something that exists
beyond the water's weight.
I am hoping for the impossible.
But still—
I hope,
that it might still be possible.