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I'm lost in the depths of the past. A still dead lake, frigid memories drowning me. Nightmares swimming past, murky & terrifying. I get glimpses of the surface, of tomorrow's light. But the whirlpools draw me back down to sink my feet into the sandy bottom, burying me in sentimental sediment.
Something is calling me though. I hear the bellowing whispers driven by the current of time gone by. So I keep seeing through the stale days used up & mixed together here.