settling…?.

The water’s momentarily almost tranquil. The winds caress instead of cutting my skin. The grip of that which afflicts me feels loose, letting me breathe from time to time. And I wonder if this one time it means any thing or nothing or every thing but can’t be certain. And my patience is a thread about to break, the floor beneath my feet is about to let me fall into the void below this hell. Another rock bottom. And more time elapses, sands dissolving in time- the residues settling in the bottom of this flooded pit in layers of colors, blacks and grays. Until the waters rise in waves of… this… again. Ad infinitum it seems.  

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