I feel trapped under the surface. Clawing my way out, only to receive a few breaths of air, a glimpse of sunlight, the echo of a bird, then I am hurled back under further than before. Yet the lasting memory of the happiness remains. Indeed, it is so strong that it urges me to work and work; believing that one day I will receive the same treatment. And yes it does happen. But the days become fewer, and far less often. Until eventually it stops all together.
Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 2:07 AM UTC
I feel trapped under the surface. Clawing my way out, only to receive a few breaths of air, a glimpse of sunlight, the echo of a bird, then I am hurled back under further than before. Yet the lasting memory of the happiness remains. Indeed, it is so strong that it urges me to work and work; believing that one day I will receive the same treatment. And yes it does happen. But the days become fewer, and far less often. Until eventually it stops all together.
