I feel like I am being swept up in a strong tide only to realize in a moment of panic that it is a whirlpool.
And I don't have the strength or energy left to pull myself out.
Yet I'm terrified of being pulled under.
To give in.
Isn't that natural?
What's down there?
Maybe it's peaceful, I wonder while trying to drift to sleep.
Maybe it's quiet and calm.
Maybe I should just let go.
What happens when you stop having dreams?
Maybe you stop getting hurt.
I don't know that I'll ever find out.