I'm floating in a cloud. A grey cloud. My head swarmed by fog and the buzzing of bees. Thousands of fireflies with lights put out. Blinking into a fine mist. I feel like I'm being dragged by the wind, envying the mountain so sturdy, strong, unmoving. Water rushing below. Nose dive. Splash. Cold water flushing my nose. Salt stinging my eyes. Trapped under the current. Swoosh towards the rock. Pulled by every end. Core doesn't know where to go. Divide in half and lose a piece of myself. Feeling like it's grey and I need a life jacket. There's holes and I'm sinking. Mayday? Help me. Stuck in a fog. Groggy. Indefinite. Infinite. Blank. Tabula rasa. Dark. Still. Nothing.
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