so there i was.
waste deep in...thick brown sludge.
my movements are slow, stagnated.
this bog is powerful.
and will swallow me whole
if i let it.
i struggle, my pace slows.
i resist and try to clamor on to..
something.
and i sink deeper.
i scream and cry.
to who.
to you?
i flap my arms...
as if i had wings.
and the murky abyss seems to...
like this.
it smiles its crooked smile
and invites me in.
into... its dwelling.
which, after further exploration
is nothing more than....
the darkness
of
my own
mind
.
