You sink, it was always going to be that way. What did you expect? Everyone thinks we should float, at least at first, but once you are on the way down, there’s no way back. By the time you’re at midnight, the light has extinguished. This is the first time having to see with your other senses. Truly uncertain if anyone has accompanied you, if someone is actually there, you reach out. Could there be the feathered finger touch of a friend or familial and even if there is, you realise you have no choice but to ask ‘that’ question. The one that has been on your mind for far too long now. Do these people count? Were they the ones you should have chosen or kept close? Would anyone have been suitable in the end? You cannot answer with the assurance you find that you need. This is because there are even lower depths to be reached first - you are still moving down. Fast. Faster than ever before. Plummeting. You know the destination. You know the level you will reach, which offers no peace because you are blind to what you will find, now, and when, eventually, you smash into it.
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