Untitled sunburned VHS tape

Glitchy Sunladen VHS tape of a dream i once had about a lady in pink, On an old tape deck recorder i saw her for the first time, i felt like a son of a pitch, dead ducks like me couldn’t swim, we always sunk to the bottom of the lake where nothing but dirt and mud compressed into a colorless claylike sludge, when we got to see each other i felt like my heart was pounding, just not as i had expected it to be, more like a broken drum or snare that couldn’t get the right tempo out, i pressed against the fabric of the tape of reality and saw with my own two eyes not everything that looks pink and gorgeous is devine and i layed there at the bottom of the pool with my vhs recorder and tv untill the lake dried up, and all was clear to me i was to breath my own air and live my own heart, never again should i be stolen into a world too wet to dream, and a thirst to small to quench, all i needed was the light of day, the warm sun beating on my film of reality and the winter coolness of the brook that still p