below the horizon

Standing by the port, looking at the sunset, I said to you, "Yesterday early morning, I dreamed that I was struggling under the horizon." "Shouldn't it be under the sea level?" You said softly, holding your hands tightly. Holding my hand, as if afraid of losing something.

Your confused eyes are on the other side of the mirror, trying to use silence to swallow the flame of hope. While gradually losing focus, I held my eyes that were burned to ashes, and you smiled silently, deafening in my heart...

It's not the first time I've wanted to lose something, because there's nothing left to lose. But you are holding on tightly, and you told me to hold on tight.

Then, the sanity line was torn off.

I say you are hypocritical, but you laugh at me for not being decisive enough. The beautiful world is always divided into cruel illusions. Like it nearly drowned me yesterday, below the horizon.

"Isn't it sea level?" You retorted with kindness, "What a beautiful sunset today..."

This time, I was speechless.

It can only be like this, just like this, pointing to the "distance" like this

It seems to be the direction of "home" in our impression

"Last night, I dreamed that I was swimming below the horizon..." I heard a vague voice from above

In the place where I don't know if it's the sky or the sea level, the fantasy land

(What exactly is "faith"? I'm not sure, but I should be able to understand the difference between drowning and dreaming)