Drowning, fighting, trying to pull my head above the surface. The current is too strong the water too high, too cold. Dying, but not by the water that fills my lungs.... im dying of thirst. to say it outloud sounds unusual, and how perfectely chaotic it is to be "drowning in water but dying of thirst". MY aDDiction, im addicted to the euphoria of the "insignificant"...the simple complexities that make up life. Living, loving, blindly everyday. Walking, running, soaring through this exsistance. Plagued by uninvited expectations trying so fucking hard to get ahead, and forever being left behind.
