You know what’s ringing through my head?
“How will I ever get out of this labyrinth?”
How do you even think of something like that?
I don’t even know how to spell labyrinth.
For me instead of a labyrinth, it feels more like an ocean. Dark and endless.
Sometimes, there is an ever so slight glimmer of light at the surface but, it feels pointless?
By pointless, I mean swimming towards it.
I mean I only see it on rare occasions.
For so long I’ve felt like I’m just swimming in circles.
Finding myself right back where I started.
So then, I ask myself:
Do I even have that much air to reach the top? Can I really swim for that long?
Do I pace myself or try to swim as fast as I can to reach the destination?
Or would it be easier to let myself drown?
Let the water consume me?
And then, after time, become forgotten.
Just another carp in an endless sea.
This is what often runs through my mind.
Nothing scares me more than the ocean and yet I love it. It’s so beautiful.
I love the mystery behind it.
What happens after I drown? What happens if I keep swimming to the top?
Which one leads to happiness?
I’m scared of both answers so I continue to swim.
How much longer do I have to swim?
It’s an endless loop.
The Labyrinth and the Ocean.
Why won’t They just consume me Their self?