twilight from seafloor by slinky
sinking through the meso and bathypelagic layers. watching as jellyfish and like bioluminescent creatures, gleaming from within, drift past me with no thought let alone a greeting through the thick fog of midnight. a recognition that if i come close to grasping the hands of one, i may be gravely injured. much like how i have hurt those who have come close to my faint glimmer. this is an ambient turned folk ballad about drifting through the depths of lost souls just like myself, basking within the dense inescapable anguish, where from an outwards perspective, nothing is seen but a shimmering ray of beauty.
