I watched the waves battling the sand until the final gasp. Furthermore, with each hit, they rammed onto my legs, unfit to clutch them, they blurred broken and beaten by the executioner shore, leaving a hint of wetness on my old jeans.
A chaotic froth stimulated my feet in the swooning light of the lost life. My brain was significantly more turbulent than the froth.
My heart was quietly sinking with the water drops along the dejection you left me inside.
Furthermore, similarly as it was going to suffocate...
A meteorite dashed across the sky, more splendid than each and every other star.
As it murmured me something, something I actually don't have any idea. Thus a cascade of warm tears looked down the page of my virus pale face.
"Is it there? Is trust still a thing in this life?"
#Draft 27
Title:____.
Date: 13-08-2018.
Sam Scrawls, [10/7/2018 10:58 AM]
We were gradually falling together
Bamboozled and cheerful.
Until you awakened and chose to hold and climb.
However, when I awakened with you no where close, it was past time to clutch anything.
#to_be_edited
Sam Scrawls, [10/9/2018 6:02 AM]
I stretch my hands however they don't contact anything.
I step forward yet there's no ground, yet I'm not falling.
I couldn't say whether my eyes are opened or shut, however I can't see anything.
A voiceless shout leaves my chest. Is it that I mightn't? Or on the other hand did I lose my letters?
I feel nothing now, an invalid void it is.
It was said once.
"I think, I exist."
However, I can't think any longer.
Gracious... then I'll simply vanish...
#Draft 23
Title:____.
Date:27-07-2018.
Sam Scrawls, [10/10/2018 11:05 PM]
I can't stand you...
For the grin that shrinks, for each memory that will not blur.
For the decency that miseries me, for each happiness that chokes to death.
For the warm worry that chases me, for each mindful solace that freezes inside me.
For the sweet kiss that preferences unpleasant and stays, for each delicate touch that spikes into my skin.
For the expectation in life that passes on in my eyes, for each fantasy that goes to a bad dream.
For the detestation that enters my heart, for the melancholic aggravation that consumes my spirit.
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