the flow.

The unceasing flow of time, the gushing waves of living, the steady trickle of years to come.
Unending, unpredictable, unstoppable.

I stand, knee high in these waters, immersed in the gentle waves that buoys me up and down. Rocking... rocking... rocking...

I sit, atop a half-formed raft, drifting to the gentle waves that rocks my world.
Struggling... struggling... struggling...

I sink, body immersed like a corpse, floating steadily to the eternal bottom.
Falling... falling... falling...

I suffocate, I struggle for a handhold. I lash out, I lunge for the imaginary foe.
Sinking... drifting... saturating... decomposing...

Noxious waters engulfing me... avarice clinging to the skin like a a wetsuit. To survive in this aquatic world, I be armoured thus? Will I not sink even more? Or is that the very point? I wonder and ponder, as I sink.

slowly, to the bottom.