I'm drowning in an infinite ocean, salted by my tears. Trapped in this dark world, illuminated only by the moon's soft glow, I cry, and I beg for an end to my suffering. For salvation. A reprieve. But the tide keeps pulling me away. No matter how hard I kick, or thrash in those crashing waters, I gain no purchase. With the last of my strength, I pull my head above the surface and gulp a desperate breath into my burning lungs, breathing out words in a whisper even I can't hear, "Save me." And then those darkened waters pull me under for the last time.
— S i n k i n g
You might remember this piece from a few rows back. It really spoke to me and that journal page peeking out in the photo is where this one was born. You never know where inspiration will come, but when it does, let it.