I'm drowning.
My mind is swallowing me. Pulling me in with waves of doubt and confusion that I've created. My tears fall like the rain of a monsoon storm in late July. I can't break the surface of the black waters enveloping my thoughts. I wish I could swim to safety. To an island of hope. But I don't think anyone can save me.
I want to escape. I do. But I don't know where to turn. I don't know which current will lead me to freedom. Freedom from myself.
Maybe there is no way out. Maybe I'll quit fighting, just let go, fate will take the wheel. Maybe I'm already lost. Lost forever in my sea of no return.
I'm drowning. But maybe it was meant to be this way.
