so tired.
cant sleep.
my mind is in rough seas.
from below the waves, the sky is a confusion of swirl and spray.
i tumble and turn.
unable to hold my breath i scramble for the surface.
i break through and throw myself upwards
i choke on my gasp for air and the grey sky blinds me,
but i am above water.
for now.
my mind is in rough seas.
if it wasn't for these stones i must carry,
i'd swim for shore.
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