Her dreams were as vivid as they were terrifying. The waves were not chaotic, but they lapped over the top of her head and sent her hair into into a furious tangle before her eyes. She didn't need to see to know that there was someone clutching her ankle with a desperation that pierced her skin and made her bleed. "It's your turn!" the voice chanted and chanted and chanted until she opened her eyes and she was not drowning, but she was damp with perspiration and still surrounded by darkness.

Her dreams were as vivid as they were terrifying. The waves were not chaotic, but they lapped over the top of her head and sent her hair into into a furious tangle before her eyes. She didn't need to see to know that there was someone clutching her ankle with a desperation that pierced her skin and made her bleed. "It's your turn!" the voice chanted and chanted and chanted until she opened her eyes and she was not drowning, but she was damp with perspiration and still surrounded by darkness.

I feel like I'm drowning.... in my thoughts, in life, in everything. / Ich habe das Gefühl ich ertrinke... in meinen Gedanken, im Leben, in allem.  ( Illustrations by sung-choul ham )

I feel like I'm drowning.... in my thoughts, in life, in everything. / Ich habe das Gefühl ich ertrinke... in meinen Gedanken, im Leben, in allem. ( Illustrations by sung-choul ham )

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Under the water the world was so much different. There was no up or down, no left or right. There was only the pull of the currents that guided you, the steady tug of a flowing stream. All you had to decide was whether or not you would follow.

{Perspective}

Under the water the world was so much different. There was no up or down, no left or right. There was only the pull of the currents that guided you, the steady tug of a flowing stream. All you had to decide was whether or not you would follow.

At night, everything seemed to be the same: a wave of thoughts eating him alive. Poison. He was drowning in poison. #blue #aesthetic #writing

At night, everything seemed to be the same: a wave of thoughts eating him alive. Poison. He was drowning in poison. #blue #aesthetic #writing

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