nethermost

rock bottom a euphemism at best sunken feeling of a leaden balloon deflated burst into shrapnel of fears they say it’s when you stop digging the circumference of the black hole larger than your inflated Ego mania and then the trap door opened for more the chisel engaged in vigorous overdrive what a life to be had or thrown away a rescue team waited concerned and patiently maybe they knew better than the protagonist of his own demise at the crossroad of pain philosophy studies had not prepared him nor had his grandma with her solid advice lonely and dejected he continued to slip out of reach even the abyss seemed distant in dreams of death not entirely unpleasant he understood that control was inaccessible letting God became the only viable option reluctantly he considered faith and acceptance grudgingly at first let go of selfish command