I am sinking.
The mud is thick
and I do not have
to fight against it
It reaches up to grab,
and slowly pulls me
I wonder what it looks like,
I shall find out soon enough,
I slip away,
disappearing into this
And I almost
don't even care
The times it all seems too big, too much, and we give
up, it can certainly seem like we're sinking into
darkness... and no, we don't care enough to do anything
about it, sometimes...Comentario del autro
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Publicado en e-Stories.org el 28.02.2011.