08-04-2025, 02:52 PM
imagine you have some trace of Lemurian blood. somewhere back in the day your great-great-grandpappy fell in love with something that walked the shore of the sea and now you have to deal with it.
colors can sometimes be too strong. sometimes you hear things you shouldn't. you've learned not to put a lot of effort into karaoke nights - it just gets weird.
you swim only in pools under fluorescent lights with chlorine an acrid taste in your mouth. where down is measured in feet, not fathoms. you tried, once. in a lake with your friends and purple shadows underneath like a silk you wanted to wear and you dove and dove and dove - but your lungs thrashed just as your heart began to sing and you exploded back to the surface, angry at wanting to live.
sometimes you stray. you walk the shore of the sea and feel things you that have no description and you have no place to put.
but you remember the lake and you carefully stay above the tide line.
colors can sometimes be too strong. sometimes you hear things you shouldn't. you've learned not to put a lot of effort into karaoke nights - it just gets weird.
you swim only in pools under fluorescent lights with chlorine an acrid taste in your mouth. where down is measured in feet, not fathoms. you tried, once. in a lake with your friends and purple shadows underneath like a silk you wanted to wear and you dove and dove and dove - but your lungs thrashed just as your heart began to sing and you exploded back to the surface, angry at wanting to live.
sometimes you stray. you walk the shore of the sea and feel things you that have no description and you have no place to put.
but you remember the lake and you carefully stay above the tide line.
