Saturday, April 25, 2015

Brooding yet dramatic

Drown me in despair, this hopelessness, this fear is threatening to swallow me whole. It's like being stuck in a riptide, and sinking to rock bottom Is the only salvation.

Yet a part of me want to breathe, want to hold on to the last thread of persistent hope, that I can go through this, and emerge alive.

That maybe I'm still in a caccoon, and perhaps, one day, I can break through the shell. 

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