This concrete imagination sends the dreamer into a crisis. Is it even within grasp?
This aqua soul of yours. You dream big, and it’s admirable but the dreamer is tethered.
This time wasted makes them depressed, but little do they know how much you hate yourself for it.
You see it all, and feel it all until your throat sinks. Onism swims through your body at record pace. And then your stomach implodes.