Here I stand.
In moving sand.Unknown to where I'll land. Quicksand.Slow motion.Dripping from a potion.Of life...My libra scales have lost their position. I'm in quicksand.Vertically dropping.Internally bleeding.I'm left needing. ..An escape. I'm in quicksand.In a realm of no going up.But when the tough gets going.You got to get going.Im sinking.Living the reality of falling.I'm in quicksandMy body is slowly disappearing. These emotions weighing me down.I'm. ..I'm losing my mind?