Hoping to crash against the rocks,
So I can finally feel something that reminds my lungs how to breathe.
I found myself slipping farther into the depths,
Gasping for air,
But feeling a sense of serenity;
When it never came.
there’s cuts i can’t bear to look at
in fear of getting sick
i refuse to walk my empty mind at night
in fear of what the darkness will invoke from within
i have learned to heal but, god, i’m scared to death of part of my mind
He was swimming with his friends. When I asked for his photo, he screamed: “He only asked me!” Then he ran a victory lap, climbed on the boulder, twisted the tips of his mustache, and struck this pose.
"I wrote a comment. She liked the comment. I sent her a friend request."
(Ho Chi Minh City / Saigon, Vietnam)