Dark Horse Arts and Sciences

Sometimes, I feel like I am floating through this vast ocean called sadness, overdosed with pills of melancholy and desolation. I feel like the sharks inside the ocean are pulling me inward with their sharp teeth. I feel like giving up and end up just being their food, to end this suffering, but I don’t. I still fight for my survival. Even though knowing the bleak nature of my mere existence, I still wanna try, still wanna survive through it all, still wanna pass the high tides to reach the shore; to see that world again. To undergo that uncertainty; to experience that excitement of unpredictability. Despite being a lonely swimmer, I still wanna swim through this ocean of utter solitude and isolation. But I don’t think I am the lonely swimmer here. Many like me are swimming through the same waters that I am. They are there, but oblivious to me. Their existence is a mere reflection of my own suffering. I am here, they are here, we are all in it, together, suffering, enduring, living through the pain and agony of it all, still not submitting to its ruthlessness, still hoping for something in the midst of utter hopelessness.