and like the moon, we must go through phases

Rowan clawed at his chest, eyes opening as he tried to register the situation, only seeing black. He closed his eyes again, taking a deep breath of air. He knew what was happening, what had happened. Rowan shook the lid of the casket, making it move, making him retreat his hands for a few seconds, before resuming his movements. Once the pine sheet was out of the way, he saw black. Again. He kicked his feet, and tried to swim up with his hands somehow, dirt and grime sticking in his fingernails, bending them. The blonde opened his eyes once again, feeling his knuckles brush over something like a rock, or a tomb, something hard. Rowan stopped moving, brightening at the thought of getting out, or finding a way to do so, albeit the improbability of it. He pushed whatever it was out of the way, staring at the light shining through the dry land. Rowan's head resurfaced, and he finally took a breath, a gasp of air - in hindsight, a bad idea, as the cemetery was normally fertilized with manure. He gagged at the smell, grabbing a tree trunk and heaving himself onto a patch of grass.

I just spent like two hours writing and I reread and it's??? So bad???

this song gives me so much peace whilst I'm doing my own things. like yes, I'm in the middle of writing or crocheting a gift and doing it fast because I have 2 hours left to give it to someone, but it's a PEACEFUL two hours. anyway obsessed.