- Mood:
Sadness - Listening to: "Baba O' Riley" by The Who
- Reading: Sandman -"a doll's house"
- Drinking: Coffee-plenty of it
Lately, I've been having the strongest urge to get drunk and walk into the ocean. I did walk into the waters. Just that I wasn't drunk. No wonder when I got pounded by the waves and went under, I struggled back up again. I would have preferred to stay under. It felt good to let the water consume me and see nothing but murk. Been feeling that overwhelmed with certain things happening to me. And consuming me. When the crystal clear water above is muddy and churning beneath. My friends who knew how to swim were nowhere near so I had to splash until I could feel air. Truth is, they would not be of much help even if they wanted to. I struggle too much. Them teaching me to swim won't help either. I don't want to learn. I just want to splash around. Murky and briny water in my nose and mouth won't be so bad if I was drunk. Drowning won't be so sad if I was drunk.
I hate religions. But it will always be a great divide. Because we have to keep the "other" people away and below us, right?