In my Feels

It sounded like a fish gurgling.  Like a thunderous stick hitting a drum.  It was a sound I didn’t recognize. A sound that was not my own.  Every piece of emotion, dripped out, shoved down.  The only thing that saw the emotion come out, was the pen that touched the paper, but only for a second. Scrawling down the events and the words. Only for a second. The swift scratches of the pen became the only emotional noise known to man kind.  Everything else sounded like a fish gurgling, trying to flop back to the surface, only to find that it was stuck between the line of both worlds. Ocean and Land. Tail flopping.  Trying to find itself. Trying to regain hope. Only for a second.