The Sky is an Ocean
i am drowning on therooftop; head in theclouds, suffocating onthin air and condensation;the wind tugs at me inall directions like it'strying to tell me: pullyourself apart, it'll make youfree - my thoughts arelost in these currents asthey carry me off my feet;the sky is an ocean,that must be why i cannotbreathe.the world exists outsidemy window, kept at baywith thin glass, and ipress my hand ag...