The water is quiet, and I start sinking into myself, then the voice comes. It talks fast and stirs the water, and I float right back up, losing touch with the deep. It shouts, it explains with logic why the way things are isn't right, and what should be done...
And me, I just want to go down, to that dark and quiet and deep place, where I can hear every murmur of my heart.
"Alright, fine, I'll just do what needs to be done and get it over with. A few minutes of hard work and I'll finally be able to rest into myself."
Evening falls. I didn't finish, not even close. I didn't meet myself. I didn't live today either. Maybe now, under the cover of night, I'll be able to meet myself...
Toward morning, after a few hours and countless posts, still without a drop of nourishment. Maybe tomorrow.