#pregenesis

Early Stages: I Knew I Was Drowning Even if the language ceases, I'm still sending you messages.. Which side do I exist in? Intermissions for breath recollection. The steel feels cold on my chest, respiratory, respiratory Clustered segments.. I'm in broken pieces from something vast, and near harbor view.. The return to h o m e reminds me of you.. Respiratory, respiratory I can't wait to be free... The fog doesn't clear, with smoke as my scent, the leaves compliment in unity. I comply to the art. Here's the composition, my composition respiratory respiratory respiratory.. I'm outta breath. This is the real fog.... Will I find you in it? What would I find in it? Why would I find myself in it? When would they find me in it? Here comes the coma.. In the in-closed corridor of my unconscious... I think back..