one day the mist got thicker and thicker...white...sticky...so cold...people told her , let yourself go down and down, once you reach the bottom, push hard and you'll come up...but nobody ever told her there was no bottom...
it was all misty, sticky and cold...
but one day a drop of milk appeared, all soft and creamy...
and she drank...
1 comment:
Goodness! This sounds like when I fall down into depression.... a gradual slipping away, disappearing, helpless to climb up.
Powerful writing.
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