Contradiction:

I think the sky is falling down. As I struggle under the weight I thought to myself, I think the sky has fallen down. It has to be the sky ... it has to be ... right? The crushing weight it has, got me surrendering my movements, crushed under the pressure as if it’s the bottom of the ocean, I think I’m on the ocean floor. Or is it the sky that has crushed me?

My thoughts hindering my movements, pulling me down like anchors, with doubts having me second guessing everything, unable to come to a decision. My mind, is defined as: contradiction ... I think the ocean has fallen on me while being suffocated because I am at the bottom of the sky. Is that right? Doubt said sarcastically, I don’t think it is I replied. Should I move? My thoughts jumped in a held me down. My mind justified it with a contradiction, nowhere is still somewhere.

Confused I didn’t move, I couldn’t ... what should I do? Doubt. Should I go somewhere? No, nowhere is somewhere. I came to the conclusion with my thoughts, you can’t move while being crushed by the bottom of the sky with the ocean on top of you ...

As I am being hurled through the darkness ... wait how do I know I’m being tossed if I can’t see? Doubt. My mind raced still in place, within my head. As I thought on because I’m tied down by my thoughts after all I’m under the sky, at the bottom of the ocean.