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Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Wilt

Maybe it was the heat from some unknown source that brought the wave.
How can the same recipe for life
One part sun
Or
One part rain
Now seem like such an extreme.
So extreme I begin
to drag
to droop
to wilt
The rain water
saving
collecting in petals and leaves
So much so I begin to collapse under the weight.
The same life giving sunlight that blazes a path to glory now beats down so hard
I am left dried out.
I fall.
I melt.
I wilt.

It's kind of like drowning...

At least what I think drowning would feel like. It hits you all at once and its just a little overwhelming.

It all comes right at you. You're so disoriented, you don't know which way is up and out. You're so screwed up all logic has gone out the window. Where is the reasoning you wonder to yourself. And then it's one of those two things.

Either you find yourself sinking deeper. So deep that you know it's over.

Or break the surface and take the sharp breath of fresh air.

Either way, there is a moment of clarity and acceptance. You clearly see you're in too deep and this is the end. You accept you're drowning in it.

Or you realize you are almost to the top. If you just fight for one more second you will break through and live to breath, if not for one more day than for one more second.

This life, this love, this moment... it kind of feels like drowning.