Round and round it twirls. Consistently aggressive. Effortlesly continuous. Not stopping to think or assess its destination. Like a madman on a mission of redemption, ignorant of all factors except his quest for salvation.
Not knowing if it's the pull or the push that's creating the momentum. Not understanding that it's not a choice. That the current will flow regardless of will. That the cone will eventually narrow until it suffocates every breath trying to nourish the lifeless waves. Senselessly pulled to their depth without mercy. Abandoned in darkness, left to shudder with surrender.
And then it rests. When it hits rock bottom.
Not knowing if it's the pull or the push that's creating the momentum. Not understanding that it's not a choice. That the current will flow regardless of will. That the cone will eventually narrow until it suffocates every breath trying to nourish the lifeless waves. Senselessly pulled to their depth without mercy. Abandoned in darkness, left to shudder with surrender.
And then it rests. When it hits rock bottom.
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