Down here in the Deep

Truth be told.

Spend the depth of an ocean envisioning a lifetime you thought you'd consume, to have it thrown back in wisps of coarse sand. The expanse of solace I seek, I don't know if I'll ever perfectly receive. Ever relied wholeheartedly on something, only to end up with empty expectations? I feel adrift. Stutters, flutters, scripted, edited. I guess, at one point, you just need to keep moving the fuck on.

To note: the power of a champion playlist = alleviation.