It's here.
It's all around me. Suffocating. Cold. Relentless and dark. Strangling me with no remorse and the hard I gasp for air the more it takes away. It pains me. Burns. Stabs. drowns. Cascading over me like an ocean of fear.
It's here.
How do I escape. How do I reach the top. Is there anyone there?. Of course not. It's me. Alone. Detached. Afraid of attaching. I drift. Slowly. Losing myself to this suffocation. Dark. Dark surrounds me and I see myself in front of me.
I reach and I reach. But further away I drift. Who am I. Were am I. How did I get here. Why am I here...what is here. I give. I turn and face the cold. The cynical. Pessimistic. The lonesome.
It's here.
Shiny. Cold. Sharp. Everyone. Busy. Busy. Busy. And yet. It's here. I reach for it with a broken smile and a clear snakes depart from my vision. I whisper.
“It's here.”
Reaching out. I'm stopped. I can't move. What's this force dragging me from the undertow...are they here to? I turn to face them. Hands. Warm. Soft. Rough hands many many hands drag me from the depths.
They..are here
