I wonder how long I can make these recordings. Alright, so I'm explaining why I'm making this. I don't write a lot of poetry, but I made this one poem that I wanted to read to one person, but I couldn't because I can only talk for 30 fucking seconds and it's miserable and they don't have a way. Like I'll just like say something, I'll make a little chat and then I'll tap on my screen and it'll go away, poof, gone, everything I did didn't exist, it's gone. I know this is going to be long, but let me just go ahead and redo the poem real quick because that's probably what you're here for And I'm sorry. I like to procrastinate. It's called elevated sometimes the world is slow Sometimes the world is fast. I felt like I was standing in a wave showing this planet's crashing Sometimes as we're thinking how far I'd get not breathing sometimes as we're thinking how hard it is to move forward If I like them in quicksand sand stones and seas never moving completely solid I look at myself in the water. I scream, I yell, I feel the thunder in my chest as I tell myself to elevate. Rise from the ashes, the hole as deep as the emotions I bottle, as far as the human eyes conceive. Rise from the ashes I made. I stand hard. I scream internally harder. I look at myself in the water. I tell myself to elevate. Sometimes it's not worth letting. The water take me away. Sometimes it's not worth thinking. or no, my fucking bad. Sometimes it's worth thinking how far I'd get not breathing. Sometimes I'd wonder, I ponder how far I can go. If I just don't give up, if I could reach the stars, I could escape the water, sand, stones and oceans.