draft on my notebook
weight of tide
mist between my toes
is sinking my soul
covertly, insatiably
the trick is not to look at it
and keep walking
they say
imagine it doesn't hurt
think of the blue sky on the other side
they say
so I take a painful step
after
another
while
924,687 souls
just sunk into ordinariness
as we speak
written and visualized by Sitruc Mak
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