I wrote this a while ago, but still like it:
The energy of the sea is inside of me,
The light is strained
There is darkness in depth
And there lies my final breath.
I can't see it yet
This bubble of the end rises day by day
Shall I, can I, swim away,
Fish are all around me
Each a memory of my mind
The further I swim the more I find,
Life is not lost
I have reached the surface, the top
Did you hear the bubble pop?
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It is what it is
I'm a cook, and I work in a lab. I think I'll dig out some things I have already written and put them here. It may just all be a random occurence anyway.
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DISTORT YOUR SPHERE