I’ve been in a perpetual battle against the tides my entire life but now more than ever I feel the relentless agony and strain of being in close proximity to the shore, yet excruciatingly so far away. Those uncontrollable forces that pull at my strings like a marionette relish in my vain attempts; my misery purposed for their amusement. I’ve ventured and feuded for so long now that I am not quite sure why I’ve bothered? It is far too superior, too solid for me to rage against, good intentions or not. I’m weary. I’m just weary of it all now and lately I’ve contemplated allowing the tides to carry me to the edges of nothingness; to just let it be.
To give it permission to drown me and end this torture.