Salty drops III ~ New paths ~
I feel like I am being caught in a labirinth, one from you can get out only through your decisions.
Hmm...then there must be my decisions which are getting me in deeper. I don't really know where I am standing, but it feels faaar from exit. I breathe a rotten air and the space I got for moving is ironically so wide... such a trap!!! it can get so tight in just a matter of blinks. However there's a sweet heavy athmosphere like a chamber filled with the smoke of a scented burning stick. It makes me feel so comfortable and for a reason or another I wanna let myself carried away by it, become numb.
Why did I want to get out from the very beginning? It feels so nice and comfy...ah sweet oblivion. Just want to dive in it and swim into a dead tarnished consciousness.
But oh! how wrong I proved to be... how much more naivity can I get out of myself? Instead of swimming in the clear and peaceful "Easy-way" Sea, I found myself choking in a sticky mud. I am but a mere fly struggling to set its wings free from a gluey puddle of honey.
Nothing left now...waiting for the rain's flush.
