Open abodes and fluent winds can't make you breathe if the suffocation is within…
The depth of the oceans can't drown you if that skinning feeling isn't stuck deep within…
The weight of the universe can't crush your soul if your heart isn't the part carrying it…
He was going under and under, his limbs falling limp around him as he didn't struggle to save himself, not at all.
What was the point?
His life was never worthy enough to be saved anyways. He had just been obstinate to keep living on until now.
Is this what it feels like being finally at peace?
When you don't have any reason to struggle, any reason to go on? When suddenly you are done with the world and now it may burn to ashes for all you care?
