On a sea of murky darkness. violet at times, inky mostly. dark and menancing at its worst, cool and calming at its best. but i’m still lost. still bobbing, still hobbling, somewhere. anywhere. and scared yet strangely comforted by the monotony. the security of my fate. the ongoing voraciousness carries on, and I fly with the tide to no known destination in particular.

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