The death off me

I walk with my darkest shadows through vile valley. All I have is this constant disheartening worry. Help me! Help me I’m drowning with a melancholic cry. No one even bothered to investigate my despairing direction. So, I decided to drown and radiant my hopeless depression. The water is cutting my glossy skin ever so slightly however it’s nothing compared to the emotional injuries I endured secreting sombre red colour. I found a boat with nobody. As I climb the boat, it oppresses and sinks back with me. I look down at my echoing bleak reflection, Deciding this is my final despondent destination. The ocean is abundant however it is occupied by an empty resilient soul. There comes the relentless and illuminating feeling of anxiety. And suffocating of expressive uncertainty. That sits in the pits of my churning stomach. I can revive that however it’s difficult, To remove a part of you that makes your whole life feel like a cult. The hands become wavy as the ocean experiencing an equinox. When the mind experiences a tsunami of no concentration. Your entire body falls on the brink of destruction. You are integrated into different parts of the waters: the sea, ocean and waterfall. Yet you are still complete. Anxiety and never-ending earthquake in our minds will be the death of us. Well, you pretend to be more mysterious and less oblivious. Who are you fooling? You or yourself. Succession is all I crave for and have unhealthy attachment to. Would it be horrible and inevitable to believe in the law of detachment and simply let go? Does wanting absolutely nothing give you everything? Or does being empty give you fulfilment?