descent from seafloor by slinky
the sound of sinking
drifting away from the ones you love; your only source of comfort and reassurance, and watching as they slowly dissipate from view and become one with the haze. forgetting everything meaningful. watching as your memories slip away from you right in front of your eyes. regret starts to fill your gut, but your heart says its for the best, and your brain says its just too late now.
