“What’s changed in your life within the past?” I’ve got two answers: where do I begin? and who are you to ask? I get stuck to my sheets and my scabs only hurt me when I’m happy. I can’t remember the burn and the sting of my punctured skin. I know I’m not alone in this. Please don’t follow me to Virginia. You dismiss my desperation with a shrug. Do you see what you’re doing to me?
I have one more selfish favor to ask. Even though I abandoned you, will you let me hide behind your shadow a little longer? I don’t think that’s unreasonable.
Time passes, people move. Like a river’s flow, it never ends. A childish mind will turn to noble ambition. Young love will become deep affection. The clear water’s surface reflects growth. Now listen to the Serenade of water to reflect upon yourself.
Corpses float upon the sea, staring through the salt, looking at me. I can’t breathe. I can’t see. My toes are sinking in the sand, my ankles are strangled by the weeds and my only desire is to remain alive and float up to dry land. But no one else is truly alive up there. So do I really want to live and take care and repair the broken world that’s filled with despair? A society where people live for lust and are never happy to take what they must. Or take too much. I’ll stay where I am, suspended in the sea and I’ll wait until I drown, until I suffocate, until I become free. I’ll avoid the puppets that roam the land. I’ll die, unafraid, where I am. I’ll sink as deep as I can go. I’ll leave the corpses that are alive alone. There’s a battle on the land that will never cease and I’ve decided to remain in the sea. The war will continue, but I’ll be a lost soldier who suffered from casualties and ended up drowning in the sea.