My mind is an ocean -

Engulfed in this consciousness.
\\What is?// &\\What isn't//
The unknown is unnerving,
but we exist here.

Gasping for air.

Struggling to catch my breathe,

struggling to stay (feeling) alive.

Is this worth drowning for?

You can't always wait for someone to save you,

sometimes you have to be the one to save yourself.
Or maybe you never needed saving,
love (& loathing) is a :
funny/fickle/magical
& disastrously beautiful thing. <<