Muse 134: by yourself

found via burcumbaygut

how long does it take before you admit that you can't swim alone? even michael phelps paraded his fame for friends, girls and nights without the cold. i know the waters grow icier as the weather changes, and the warmth doesn't make it quite to your toes. you'll keep your head above water, your eyes on that far distant goal, but your arms can't take you that far. the waters will win you over, the depth will be your coffin, and the only arms to hold you will be yours... so can i come along the way?

Muse 128: Angelfish

butterflies part II

found via radiganneuhalfen

Life has always been the deepest part of the ocean. It's all about the great immeasurable count of competition where numbers eventually become obsolete by blackness. I didn't realize how dark the waters were, how blind I've been this entire time, until I saw the light. It was small, like hope, and so far away. The waters pushed against me, a slick wet embryo carrying me towards the light where it got bigger and bigger. Like an angel's halo overheard, the light carried a warm glow. If I just touched it, I could go home, reach the top overhead and swim out of the black waters. That's when I realized that small array of hope was a beacon of blinding truth, and hope was an anglerfish where there was a monster on the other end. With closed eyes, I retreated into the dark.