The Mutation

It's almost like being thrown into a lake without being able to swim.

I'm drowning.

I'm in a lake my fingers trying to grasp at something that can pull me back to the surface but there is nothing but dark, frigid water making my fingers prick.

There is nothing to pull me back to the surface, so I either let it kill me, or I try to swim.

My mind, it's like my fingers, trying to grasp at what isn't there. There is no explanation because whoever had it is gone.

I either let what I am kill me, or I learn to deal with it.

I...I was thrown, not into a lake, but into this absurd reality.

I mean the surface...that is understanding, that is something I will never reach.