There is poison in the water π
There is something inside
I see it
But I cannot touch it
Miss World π€
Life sends me reminders everywhere I go
The sea is calling out
Swallow me, sea
Something is rotten inside
Insidious and instinctive
It spreads itself all over my body
I'd run as fast as I could and jump into the vast fog
I thought I could survive here as a child
I'm still here, aren't I?
π©Άπ³
A Komi pagan shrine in a spruce forest, probably AbjaΔoj village, 1960s
Anne W. Brigman (1869β1950) - The Strength of Loneliness, 1914