Sometimes, at certain moments,
I crave something I cannot name.
There is an urgency in my breath,
And a ticking in my veins.
I feel empty,
like a vast nautilus shell,
forever spiraling down into nothing.
So many chambers to fill.
So many tears to cry.
As if my soul floats on an ocean,
constantly being drenched,
needing to be drained.
I feel the pull in my stomach.
I feel the pulsing behind my eyes.
If I closed them for just a moment,
and I wished hard enough,
would I open them to a brand new world?
One where I did not ache.
Where I did not feel gutted like an unlucky fish,
flopping about on the deck of life.
Gasping for a breath of something,
that I just cannot name.

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