WORDS KEEP ME STAY

How to release all this shit which we call life? In this rough play little man is always a looser. Maybe we can win that little battle from time to time, but at the end the war will be lost.

We are just drop in the ocean driven by sea curtains. Helpless not to be drowned. We rise up for few breaths. Those breaths give us illusion of living. But surface is so tiny and fragile. Human brain likes illusions of security. Security does not exist. Then, suddenly, emotion storms come in, and we lie down to this fragile sea. Bleeding into deep water, where sharks are just waiting the smell of our blood. You know you have to get up and swim, but your bones are too much heavy. You are sick. Sick of fucking living. Then you plug your nose and jump deep into the blue. Till the bottom of existence of your own soul. I am that one who do not know to swim before I feel the seafloor. At the bed of sand I wonder will this soul finally get out of me and cut the pain. Hello friend, says that little fish- give me your hand. And that little fish swims hard to the surface. It brings me to the island of  dark chocolate. I crawl on the beach. My blood is writing words in dried sand. Words keep me to stay with me once more time, once more try. 

If words dissapear one day, you will know that I get out of myself.
Tahanyk


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