drowing on the titanic

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The ocean. A wide, vast, limitless expanse. So they say.

It's strange. Drowning. The velvet waves engulf me. But I let them. Like the Earth welcoming me home. I sink to the bottom. Like all the weight I have been carrying is dragging me down.

I would cry out. But no one would hear. Even if they did no one would come. No body cares. Not really. The pain. It always lingers. Dragging me in and out, like waves gnawing at the beach. And even if I try to hold on, I loose my grasp, as the sand slips through my fingers, and I float out to sea. It's the tide, it comes quickly, and can't be stopped.

It's strange. Drowning. But then again, life is strange. And I would rather be dead. In a pit, at the bottom of the ocean, than live without you.

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