.  .  .  Silence  .  .  .  Silence  .  .  .  Silence  .  .  .

That is what I feel. Eyes open, eyes closed​​

At the bottom of the Sea of Loathing the murky

waters of hatred are somnolent-staunch.

Eyes closed

It truly is a comforting feeling, like floating under water,

without needing oxygen.

Eyes closed

There is no serenity, nor fright, only the silence.

You are an ancient, unbound from Time and untouchable to all else.

After what feels like eons of suffering and forevers of hanging on

you are unleashed and free to drift away, like the waves of the sea.

At the bottom of the Sea of Loathing

.  .  .  Silence  .  .  .  Silence  .  .  .  Silence  .  .  .

Eyes closed