That sinking feeling. Sitting in a hole, feeling the dirt underneath your fingers. The total darkness. There is nothing. Nothing around you to lift you out of the hole. There is only one way of moving around and that is by dragging your body across the floor. Your very existence slung through the disgust of society.
The further I fall, the deeper the rabbit hole goes. Climb out or hide forever. The ultimate question. Back here again. The wonderful seesaw called my life. Feeling dead in the inside yet pushing through another day. There is no why anymore. There is no care. There is a flat plateau of nothingness, captured eloquently by the remote awareness of having to wake up every day.
Perhaps tomorrow I don’t have to wake up.
I will be missed for a moment,
and life will go on…..