Sometimes it’s hard to tell whether I’m walking or falling as I descend. Even so I cannot stop moving. You see I’m trying to go back. Back to when I could float. Back to when I was enveloped by fluid, safe and weightless.
Even though I am dizzy with sin, I must resist temptation at all costs.
If I keep counting the fingers on my right hand I can distract myself from the voices, their attempts to infiltrate my mind. They want me to trip and fall, to scream till I have no voice left. But I will not capitulate, because I remember. I remember being suspended in a timeless space, guarded by my surroundings so scared and so soft. It is there I must go back. Back to liquid bliss.
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