The Bottom

Do you know that feeling ?? The feeling when everything stops. The earth , your breath , the trees in the wind. Everything stops except ones thoughts. These are not just normal thoughts , yet the ones that try to defeat. The opponent in a war that throws the grenade. The grenade attempts to blow up the physical , yet fails. How can one know if they want the grenade to succeed? Bullets to the skin , a bewildered atmosphere to the mind. What seems like a war with an opponent , is a war , with the opponent being oneself.

Stuck in quick sand when wanting to glide, you wait for someone to save you. What comes of this ? Dependence on another ?

One questions this only to feel out of even more control. Drowning in the ocean , a sunken ship as the cause. Limbs fighting for life, with every muscle to. Now there is a fight with an essential to survive. A fight with water. How can a necessity become so dangerous ? Anything can threaten.

As one kicks and screams, the limbs give and there is no fight left. There is light above , darkness below. A sensation of pure depth coming upon one. Shadows of the world above , saying goodbye to what once was. I say the goodbyes for one last time.

I pray to the gods. One prays to their loved ones that they will find their way. Shadows of creatures that were meant to be in the water pass by. Drowning. One is drowning…