What do you do?We're all born with something dead inside us.What do you do? by Wanderer-of-Nations
Our mind, our body, our soul.
As we grow we heal or we harden to the world.
What would you do to stop yourself from being engulfed in it.
Do you drink, smoke, pray, fuck every person that's willing?
What do you do?
UntitledHe puts down the bottle long enough to pick up her picture. As he looks at it, tears start to drip down his face and onto the floor. Regret and disgust fill him as he throws the bottle across the room, smashing against a wall. He grabs his board and goes outside into the pouring rain. He makes his way to the ocean. As he looks out across the empty expanse of water he knows this will be his last. Waves crash over him as he paddles through the water. He sees a tube form and prepares to drop in. Just as he enters the tube, everything is clear. Just as he registers how amazing this moment is the wave breaks and drags him under. As he struggles for breath, his body convulsing he knows he'll see her again.Untitled by Wanderer-of-Nations