But the water is thick and the current is strong. Stronger than blood, pulsating and giving life. But here at the shore, it is much the same. The tides may come and go but it’s as normal as the sun rising and falling, back into the depths of the horizons from where it came.
I stay close to the shore because I am too afraid to venture further into deep water. I fear that if I venture further, the current would sweep me up and pull me underwater. Always on the verge on drowning before I would give in and flow with the current and never returning to the surface.
But the shore seems to be more of the same. Every day.
I don’t know what I’m doing. I don’t know where I am. I don’t know anything at all.
Knee-deep in stagnant water.
But afraid to venture deeper.