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.