The Deep End ... She can walk on water. So she does. She walks across a vast ocean the depths below too foggy too dark to see. Questions swarm her mind the air. They buzz and fly around and demand demand to be answered. And those answers are just there just below just below the surface of the water. But she touches the water as if it were a trampoline. She cannot go under to collect the answers. They are there she can just barely see them but they are out of reach.
Art made by me on Procreate A short stand-alone poem Oof I js realized this is alr in Lunevale Entry Four sooo ig check out the earlier version when it was alr in my mind: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1313580100/
