Midnight Diary, passage 1.
03/02/2022 00:18
For the last few months, I have been feeling like a ship floating around without an anchor. Lately, I have been asking myself, if there are other ships like me and for how long can I float till I reach the end of the world? Is there an end to these endless waves? Or are they endless like my thoughts and questions?
It feels like I am trying to look for the bottom of the lake with my toes. I am stretching my body out, puckering my lips for air while my toes desperately search for the sand I should be feeling. Instead, I feel the cold of the water seep into my skin. The deepness of the lake feels cold and frightening because I do not know what could be swimming beneath my feet.
I feel lost and alone, and sometimes it scares me while sometimes I feel at peace. I do not want to be anchored in the sea, set like a stone in a place I can not escape. However, sometimes I wish to find the stability, the stability I feel when I finally reach a place in a lake where I can find my footing. When I find my footing I have time to breathe and look at how far I have come already.