Dark.
Everywhere I look it's dark. It feels like I'm at the bottom of the ocean. It's as if the ocean, as black as all the dark thoughts that fill the head of the uncertain, is filled with the salt water of sadness. Everyone around me is at the top, where the white frothy waves form. No matter how loud I scream, I will never be heard. My cries sound like mere whispers in the ears of others. Even when I kick my legs until they're numb I still stay the same.
Lost. Stuck. Empty.
I can't tell which way is up or down, it's all the same. It's all a dark, uncertain, world .
