Drowning

I lie here staring at the cracks in the wall. How did I end up in this place? It really doesn’t make much sense at all. Two years of marriage right down the fucking drain, I really must be quite insane. My life’s in pieces, blown away by the wind. I find myself with no personal space and really I have no expectation to this grace. I’m a squatter cohabiting with “friends”, struggling to stay afloat and everyone knows that I can’t swim. I choke on the pain consuming me, pulling me down to the depths of this sea.