in a bubble of ambiguity and uncertainty.

where things quickly become deformed and pop out of existence.

the syrupy atmosphere suffocates, yet keeps you safe.

it's better to be here than washed in the cold unforgiving light.

the type that shows all the cracks that time kept hidden away.

it's getting too close.

and the more I struggle, the harder it is to keep breathing.

Justin | 1:39 AM