Unbearable
Maybe somewhere I underestimated the power of water. These letters are screaming and preaching about the animosity for water that I carry in my heart. Can you hear these letters? I don't know when I began to love drowning. When the whispers of water called me, I jubilantly embraced every drop of it. But now it's all turning red. There was this beautiful beginning where the sky was blue and birds were flying all over it giving me hope that even I will fly again. But, now I find no end. The last truth I knew was me drowning deeper and deeper. Now, this depth has no end. Do I still love drowning? Gravity is no more pulling me down. I'm just in the middle of nowhere. Where do I begin to find the end? I don't want to be in this water anymore. When everything started, I used to see my reflection there in the water but I chose to make it my own identity, Now I don't know who I am.