I cannot recall how the sun feels when it warms my skin.
I have spent so much time here feeling so few feelings.
All I’m aware of is the persistent pull of the abyss.
Closer and closer, soon I will collide with the bottom.
Further and further, I feel the cold turning colder.
The light I’ve kept my eyes on dwindles and fades.
Just the gentle sway of the depths I’ve reached.
I know this is the bottom, because everything is above me.