it's deaf here underwater. and it's crushing my ears. but this sea of abandoned things has kept me for so long, and keeps me warm, a little, and churns me into aloneness; a familiar bed that consoles the panic, and makes me believe that i'm closer to myself with nothing between deafness. and if i'm not breathing, then i can't hear myself. and that's the only thing that's still real to me. as long as i can float within each sigh, i'll still stay alive in the life of my aloneness.