I think being in limbo is one of the worst things ever. It's like you don't know where you are, where you're going , what you're supposed to do. You feel so... Lost. Can you imagine floating in deep space with absolutely no control nor inkling as to what to do, or what's going to happen to you.
I'm a control freak. I need to be in control. But being this tiny, little fry in this humongous ocean just fucks me up really bad. I'm really not used to it, and there really is nothing I can do about it. Absolutely nothing at all. No matter how much I flap my fins, I can barely influence the change in currents. All I can do is hide in little crevices, and keep away from all these underwater movement. Flit from rock to rock until I reach shore. And it's not even a matter of effort. It's all a matter of time. I have to bide my time. Or rather flounder through it.
All I can do now is induce auto-metamorphosis, so that when I finally reach the shore, I'll be a better person. I'll watch from nooks and crannies and learn whatever I can. I will transform.
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