… The quiet scares me ’cause it screams the truth.
I’m drowning.
Every day I take in a little more water, sink a little lower, give up a little more of the horizon.
Every day I think, “This is it. I can’t take any more.” And then the next day I get right back up and go back and take some more.
Every night I sit in the dark and have black thoughts. Every morning I tell myself that if I just work a little faster, a little harder then things will be better again.
In the morning I will forget how crushingly hopeless the water feels, but for tonight, I drown.
