There is apparently no way to fathom the depth. How would you know if you're falling when you're blindfolded and all you can feel is a motion through the water, you ask me.
All conjecture, but I get hit from below as I move on, so I hazard a guess.
Not that this piece of information helps anyways.
I am numbed, but at times there are bouts of escape tendency. Very human. And I flap my legs desperately. And I only fall faster.
There's pain. There's always pain. There are new wounds. Pain remains.
I could have been moving for a day, I could swear. Or an year. Or eternity.
Now my feet finally lands somewhere mushy. By pure instinct, I walk forward.
I hit a wall.
No, its a door.
Opening it. There could be light, love and freedom.
Or...
#2012.
Happy New.. well, whatever.
3 comments:
good to see you are still an active blogger...no matter how much sense there is to your posts! :P
@JAM: Thank you! :)
I used to make sense. Then I grew up.
Look who's speaking!
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