i feel the depression, crawling back up through each and every seam. regurgitating itself through my soul. wrapping its thin, sprawled, delicate-yet-violent, wrinkled fingers around my spine. slowly transfusing through my veins, transfixing itself into the roots
of my brain. it's taking me over, in the way the water enraptures a
vessel, slowly sinking to the bottom of all bottoms; a vast,
empty, nothingness; a hypnosis incomparable to any other.
tell me, how do i swim to the surface? how do i learn to find
my way? seemingly simple to those looking down upon
my wretched, decrepit soul. to look to the sunlight and
swim toward. but, what if a weight is growing over me;
something i cannot prevent. something dragging me back,
relentlessly, time and time again. a virus spreading
throughout my body,
the longer i live- the
worse it becomes.
so, further, and
further,
i sink. tell me, tell me, what is there to do now?