“How heavy are the chains, those that are tied around my feet? How many bodies, at the bottom of my Sea? How much more weight can my seabed take? How much further away am I, from the Sun stroked bed-sheet of the Sea? Ah, the Sea’s bed-sheet, it bobs up, and then down; pushing me more into the ground. It tries to reach out, and engulf everything that it had spit out. And all the while, the Gulls, they sing with melodies that are full of their lofty lives; Unaware of the darkness that belies, so deep. It’s crushing, down here, amidst these moving walls. It’s quiet, down here, amidst the wavering stars. “ - Indefiniteloop.com
Inspired by the below photograph.
