Subsistence.
Where is it discovered?
How can one reach its limitless potential lacking the will to breathe?
Oxygen tanks no where to be found going down under.
Just,
The bottom of an ocean where you’re never to be seen again.
Like,
The crustacean no one will ever fish for…
Continuing to live forward doesn’t make any sense,
At times where we’re drowning with our salty tears.
A moment where questions conquer your mind over reasons why we should smile.
But,
Drowning is a necessity when you no longer desire to float through life.
No power to stroke and swim past the smallest of waves…
What other options are you presented with when being yourself is what’s wrong?
Should we continue to grab hold of another’s collar and force them to swim in our muddy waters?
Should we push another into the quicksand we’ve formed in the middle of a forest most of us get lost in?
At what cost do we continue paying no mind to our lost sense of control?
Broken by the ignorance towards open wounds we allow to stain the skin of our beloved?…
m3l0dicverse 
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