Water.
Needed to survive.
Powerful enough to drown.
It can both quench & choke.
Often we suppress it in a comforting 16oz glass.
But sometimes,
Sometimes we find ourselves gasping to be released from the very thing that sustains us.
There's a certain irony to that.
To life.
Our control seeps out between our tight grasp like condensation; rings of unease stain our previously unmarred reality.
As if we have a hope of subduing something so elusive...
Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 11:54 PM UTC
Water.
Needed to survive.
Powerful enough to drown.
It can both quench & choke.
Often we suppress it in a comforting 16oz glass.
But sometimes,
Sometimes we find ourselves gasping to be released from the very thing that sustains us.
There's a certain irony to that.
To life.
Our control seeps out between our tight grasp like condensation; rings of unease stain our previously unmarred reality.
As if we have a hope of subduing something so elusive...
