I dream of strange patterns. Of a world filled with colors and sound. Where I am not alone and not all good things must come to an end. But when I open my eyes, I find myself living a life in greyscale. The clock keeps ticking.
Like a sheet of cardboard set adrift. Flimsy, crumbling, disintegrating. I am ripped apart by the currents. And piece by piece, I sink to the bottom.
When I open my mouth to speak, the water rushes into my lungs. My words are stolen away by the relentless onslaught of the ocean.
"Thank you." "I'm sorry." "Please, don't hate me."
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Of a world filled with colors and sound.
Where I am not alone
and not all good things must come to an end.
But when I open my eyes, I find myself living a life in greyscale.
The clock keeps ticking.
Like a sheet of cardboard set adrift.
Flimsy,
crumbling,
disintegrating.
I am ripped apart by the currents.
And piece by piece, I sink to the bottom.
When I open my mouth to speak, the water rushes into my lungs.
My words are stolen away by the relentless onslaught of the ocean.
"Thank you."
"I'm sorry."
"Please, don't hate me."
You cannot hear me.
And so, I disappear.