Level 59 - "Drownsong"
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Existential themes and overcoming self-identity
Our love letter to the people who chose to love themselves instead of begging it from others

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Written bypubiepubie, because I love you all

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I had a dream, of a—

Moon? How the light it reflects makes the water glisten.
I pick up the fragments from the waves and call them stars.

You forget the—

Tides, how her push and pull is out of reach.
Nothing plays in my mind like the sounds of the thrashing waves.

Is it like a—

Notion, how it interjects the ephemerality of silence.
An idea so onerous it shelters in its own wit.

Is the paper still—

Wet, soft and tender it pours its heart out to a sea-song.
My dearest ocean, does your heart know of its heart?



I remember when the words that filled my thoughts made me want to regurgitate them and leave someone else to bare the weight of self-discovery. When love was as hard to find as a pearl in the mesmerizing abyssal depths, the voice that embraced me was my own.

Hm?

I never asked anyone to pull me out of the water. I did that myself with my own heart which the waters lacked, or had not known yet. The voice in my head that was drowning was my own; I offered a hand and saw of its elegance.

"Two people in a dark strip of sea."















I cherish your—

Existence, a pang that was constantly ignored but begged to be affirmed.
An embrace of the self that thought evasion was respite, a sea ashamed to hold her own hand.

How has the—

Mind, so intricate and grand come to beckon for the reflection of accepting light.
The moon's glisten shows longing is only a pen name.

Then why do you—

Think, to reach out into the reflection, hoping a hand interlocks your own somewhere in the depths.
The anticipation has always been met with dull defeat until now

You can call it some form of—

Fragmentation, desperate and distraught in aligning the anchor that keeps it steady.
The anchor did not want to be used as a form of avoidancy.



It brings me such a comfort to know I can be me with me and you with me and you with you. It was my own hand interlocking mine above the waters. The moon signs another name across the water. Sing this elegy to me again, the waves are as ephemeral as longing is.

I was lonely.

Do you want a kiss? My lips that are yours are already wet.

"The glistening sea near the beach."












I only find the beauty in us.
Nobody created this beside the glare of the water.
A sea so big in nature and the moon so reflective in thought.
The waves make themselves and they embrace themselves and they love themselves.
Look at the brightest part of the sky, you will see the touch they both craved.

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