Self Being

Poncho,

Intertwined into a sea of madness, mind is flowing into the open. High to low then stop, scream go. A puddle forms in an instant, the sea is no more than millions. Always bumping and always changing. Confused is the state conceiving. I am soaked with my own self being.

Quack, quack the duck sings back. A beacon of light in sea so empty. The only solid in state of liquid. So dry my throat cant be quenched. I am burnt by my own self being.

Overcomed by the thirst, I took a sip from the eternal drip. My solid crumbles into pieces, evaporating into the ages. I am lost in my own self being.

-Evad