To quench my burning skin…to fill my hands with cool and transparent aloe…to heal the wounds… There are no words left, just the white waters running over the rocks that cover me today… All of this will not matter a little later…but until the later comes, the rocks will hold me down and the rushing waters will fill my lungs. I haven’t mastered using my gills, heck, I haven’t even considered growing them…but as it seems, we do come equipped with all we need to adapt…or at least some of us do.
Had my head listened to my heart in the beginning, all would be fine now. But as it turns out, I’m really, really smart, unless I’m really, really stupid! And stupid hits me like a bus, with no warning…and then I’m broken. And a part of me just dies and never comes back to life, like a dead limb on th etree…it’s there, you can still see it, but don’t hang on to it because it’ll fall to pieces…and then all that’s left if the pain… and the tears…if I can cry me a river to wash it all away…if…
This is not a good read for you. I have nothing nice to say. I will find something tomorrow. But, for now, I’ll lie still and develop my breathing under water…I must adapt. Or maybe I’ll just go into a psychological-emotional coma, and just rest for a while… And try to stay the heck away from it all…this time I will.
