how deep can I go? I ask myself, wondering if there’s a bottom to my mind.
Maybe my brain is like the ocean
and the further I dive in,
the more fascinating creatures I get to see
until I get so far down in the sea floor
death becomes palpable
I can eat it for breakfast even
like a zombie worm I feed on
the carcasses of the old versions of me
in order to stay alive
in the dark.
yes, my mind is like the deep sea-
an extreme environment
where only the strong