fine

I feel weird. I feel as though I'm getting pulled down by a heavy rock chained on both of my feet as I drown deep down a cold, dark lake. Contrariwise to a sea that might be full of life as deep and dark as it can, the sea can have powerful waves that create strong storms.

The darkness would envelope me, the bright bur of the moon above the lake seemed nothing more like a hope from the past. Little by little, the water became a cold comfort. maybe the darkness ain't so bad this way, maybe it is time to let go. and so, I let go of my last breath along with all my crumbled dreams. now nothing more than a body of a coward