Tumult.
Turmoil.
Thunder.
Another night filled with chaos and wails of despair. I try to cling on to that which flails besides me, as to not get swallowed by the raging waves, but I can slowly feel it slipping out of my grip.
"No, please don't leave me. Please." I try to adjust my grip. "Please, I'm begging you! I can't do this without you."
Tears start to well up in my eyes.
"Please, I've already lost so much. Why do you want this too? Just let me have this, please!"
I sob.
The storms rain has made me its target and is hitting me with what feels like a thousand micro-bullets. My vision begins to blur but it is unclear if it is caused by the rain, my blinding agony or my unwillingness to face the truth.
The winds determination to sweep me away grows stronger and stronger, as I keep taking more and more hits. But I can't let go. This is the one thing I cannot give up on.
Sadly though, I come to realize that that which I can and cannot do, does not matter anymore. Willpower is futile, no, meaningless even, when it comes to facing the facts. A last gush of wind makes me lose my grip on my world, my reality, my wavering sense of sanity, as I'm swept away by unfamiliar waves. I try to push myself, to keep my head above my sea of tumultuous emotions, but even I am aware of the inevitable. I can't do this much longer.
Soon, I'll drown.
