I feel like happiness is hidden
right in the depth of the sea
but I am such a lousy swimmer and
I have to dive out every now and then
just to catch some air.
That filthy air suffocates me, the
same air we all consume. It’s pressing
my lungs closer to my spine,
twisting my body in order to make
me fit in with the crowd. Maybe I
feel it killing me because I was meant
to stand out.
I just need that pearl hidden in the
depth of the sea. I need to hold my
breath and be resilient to the pain
to reach the bottom of this.