Reaching

Help.

I can't breathe

Swept.

The waves reached a new height.

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(My bones are broken. Help.)

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"BOLA!! "

Another day, same ways. I could never forget my name, it was always the starting phrase of my day.

I emerge from the comfort of the sunken pit I've created from the image of an abyss. My mother displeased by the taste of uttering my name rinsed her mouth by spewing truths. Degenerate truths. And I had witnessed another replay of my daily life. Still, I smelt the love from the aroma spreading out of the kitchen. It didn't comfort me as much as I'd like it to, but it cleared the words forming on my tongue.

My life was something that was only known to me. My story can only be truly told by me. If I were to tell my life story to all I've known, I would distort their reality of me. Leaving glass shards. And they'd only prick me as they shatter. So I sit with myself and my truth, in silence. But when I create a world in my head, my head becomes full of voices and I no longer sit alone.

To free ourselves of the pain, we must share our truths: so I go to mother. But mother has lived a life greater than mine, so my truths are nothing but a wisp of air compared to the burdens she carry from life. After I compose myself and soothe myself from the heartbreak, I turn to my soul and I imagine a figure who solely exists to be my companion. It becomes my favourite lover, and soon it becomes he. He becomes filled by my truths and life stories, and grows as my other half. Sooner than later, he gains a name whose origins is unknown to me and sounds are forbidden for me. He no longer exists by me but independently.

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I belong to the abyss and all I created comes from it. As my lover leaves me I hear the abyss crack and my truths are questioned. I screamed and I was met with a fire of fury as a response. It shuts me up as it burns my tongue. Now, my soul can no longer speak and so I rely on my lover to hear me from my eyes; and a barrier has formed between my soul and my flesh. My mind starts to decay. The abyss is now overfilled with water and my soul that rests in it is left to drown. The water recedes only to give me hope and shatter it by emerging with heights greater than I can see. I drown in the tides, silent and hurting.

Yet on some days I awake gasping for air as my soul can no longer hold on and so I run to mother and she screams at the shrilling of my call for help. Nothing was heard by her. So as I stand in her presence, my soul adapts and mutes itself and learns to drown peacefully with the waves as I hold on to the fact that even in pain, the abyss is home.

My soul rests in the forever abyss.

It drowns and cannot scream with its burned tongue

But I remember:

Even in the abyss, my vibration (energy) echoes.