A million little pieces Run all you want. The chaser is in your heart. Kill the dangerously naive child that nests in there. It's too much work. You'll have to jump in the waves, pull the memories out before they drown. Take a deep breath. Your lungs are still alive. The mountains are watching. Feel the wind on your face smell the salt of this sea that wants to drown you. Look into the depth of you to conquer the surface of you don't just ride the ripples they won't go far they won't reach the shore. The underground current slides like a whisper beneath you skate into it, skate into you. You’ll have to go through it to escape it. Take a deep breath. Begin the downwards journey, know that you might never hold enough hope to reach the surface again. Swim downwards into the mouth of it, look at the dark face that looks from under. It gets bigger as you approach, I know. Don't pussy out. Be kind to the monster. It used to be you. It will always be you. Kiss it, do not abandon it. Don't leave nothing of you drowning. It's a pity. It’s the saddest thing of saddest things. Don't mourn you— it's too early. Help you come back. Above the surface life is waiting for you like the soft earth does the seed.