When my head is consumed by darkness, I begin to sink.
I can sink fast, like a stone thrown into the ocean, or I can sink slowly, fighting against the waves, arms outstretched, panic setting in.
I'm not sure which is worse.
But I have been sinking since monday, and I can't fight it anymore.
All I can do is wait it out.
Try and cling onto hope.
Wherever it is.
Whatever it is.