Screaming without sound
Raindrops fall like stars and around me life
It crushes tight and pulls deeper without proof
The breath does not come
This place bubbling up with a whole sea
An ocean of mystery and wonder
Yet also the turmoil and undercurrents dragging down
Downwards like spirals into sleep
The breath does not come
They should be great and strong
Like giants holding mountains
Frozen caverns run deep in all four
Allied friends try
Though the lands are unified we are not liberated
The breath does not come
Reach in extended hues, those tones of red and pinks
The grey does not payne me, only blacks like deadend spaces
No warmth in the palette
I must be confused then
I thought there existed a different kind
Where is this place of complimenting growth
The breath does not come
Surely air is real
Surely emotion freeing
Surely movement natural
Surely connection authentic
Surely the breath will come?
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