Stagnant Waters versus Shit Hole (Part 2)

Today is my birthday. And I'm blogging about shit hole.

You find yourself in a shit hole, after the water has dried after a period of intense drought.

This shit hole unlike the stagnant waters, is uncomfortable to be in.

This time, the surface is far way beyond beyond reach by any possible means you can think of.

This time, it's not peaceful, in fact to a certain degree noisy.

Soft sounds become accentuated, loud sounds come with booster.

Emptiness echoes tinnitus in your ears. No peace in fact in pain.

Not the sharp pain that will kill you. But a long dragging kind of ache that will not disappear.

Aching everyday, first thing you notice when you wake up. And the last thing you feel before you sleep an unsettling sleep.

Everyday, the noise of emptiness, and ache just deplete your energy, day by day.

Minute by minute.

Till when you feel you are counting second by second, you know... you've changed.

You know something is awfully wrong. You want to get out of this shit hole!!!!

But by then, it is too late, cos the shit hole is too deep.

And you most probably will be in it for a long long long time..............

Stagnant Waters versus Shit Hole (Part 1)

It has been some time since I blog, by typing random thoughts and feelings. And it definitely has been a while since I blog with a prayer in mind.

It has been quite a tough road to walk on the side of my rainbow.

I've been in stagnant waters for a period of time. Yes quite a while.

Submerged in the waters, I could hardly hear any nosies, or sounds.

I could hardly see above the waters. There was no movement. Very silent, very silent.

Occasionally, I managed to emerge out of the waters to take a deep breath.

Rapidly, I sank back into the waters staying still. With no energy to move.

When you are in stagnant waters, time slows down.

Every second, your lungs need to cry out for oxygen, yet getting to the surface is difficult.

When you are in stagnant waters, nothing seems to matter.

Conflicting it sounds, but that is the most peaceful place you will be away from the nosies above.

Trapped. Alone. No intention to change. Status Quo.

At that time, I forgot how to pray. Nor did I really intend to pray.

Anyway, You most probably have forgotten about me.... or so I thought.

Stagnancy is the prelude to the dearth of life... soon it will seeps through you and become a shithole.