the ocean on his shoulders. garry schyman.
atlas hands. benjamin francis leftwich.
→ take me to the docks, there’s a ship without a name. it is sailing to the middle of the sea. the water is deeper there than anything you’ve ever seen. jump right in and swim until you freeze.
ballad of a politician. regina spektor.
→ but I am, but I am, but I am not a number, not a name. but I am, but I am, but I am a carefully laid plan.
sea monsters. anna aaron.
→ this is the dark that disappeared when you walked into the room of my mind. this is the black I’ve been coughing up since I dived down to the lowest part. you woke the monsters in the sea, now they’re coming after me.
beyond the sea. bobby darin.
→ happy we’ll be, beyond the sea, and I’ll never go sailing again.
six days at the bottom of the ocean explosions in the sky.