Summary: Life sometimes sucks. I like to flaunt my emo side from time to time. & I'm a closet lover of Death and Destruction.
Disclaimer: I don't own not a thing. & my English is flawless. ;)
It's so easy to drown. Just sit there. Let it consume you.
Liquid, should you be submerged, allowed to rush in. Every orifice opened and welcoming, thick collections, a bath of your innards. Sight goes as the water wraps around you, distorts your perception of the world. Smell is lost to the onslaught of pressure demanding entrance. Hearing goes to garbled bubbles and whispers of mereghosts, forgotten, remaining, clinging, unwilling to let go.
Thoughts, should you be trapped, allowed to swirl around your mind, overwhelming, over powering, overbearing and successful in their destruction of your mind, soul… your sanity. It leaves that for the final consumption so as your life is washed away by long gray tendrils wet and determined, you're just aware enough to watch it all slip by.
Once you can train yourself not to fight, once you learn submission – or teach it to yourself – it's easy. Sit back, enjoy the ride, and let it all slide by…
It's so easy to drown. But then the floobell rings and Luna steps through, serene smile upon her face and hands me a pair of floaties – muggle props for children that haven't yet learned to swim – and she wraps her arms around me in a hug, pulls back, kisses my cheek, and disappears again. She makes me stop and think…
It's so easy to drown when you don't want to swim, but how easy will it be for… them?