While We're Wading

I had no reason to think that letting our creative worlds collide would somehow end up being just short of an Extinction Level Event. Things that we want so desperately tend to start off being so perfect and too good to be true.

Every star was aligned. Every light was green.

The temperature was just fine, so we didn't even hesitate when we got in. Surrounded by calm waters, we held hands as we fully submerged ourselves. We couldn’t sink or swim. The current had no problem with guiding us to our next point.

Neither of us knew where we'd end up or what it would take to get there, but we were in too deep. Too far gone. Without a real plan or actual direction, we struggled. We couldn't pinpoint what we wanted to do on this journey. We used it for our own benefits. I wanted someone who made me feel special. You wanted someone to rest your burdens on. We played those roles for as long as we could.

Sooner than later, we grew tired of wading. Tired of holding on to miscellaneous items to help us stay afloat. Letting go began to look like the better option. Why are we still here? No closer to land. No closer to being rescued. No closer to saving ourselves.

Not all collisions are total losses, but this was one to be wholly written off. No longer involved in your decision making, I held on a bit longer. Pulling myself to safety, I watched as you found someone new to subject to your reckless ways. I felt a bit of guilt as I remembered how deadly our encounter was. This was also no longer my problem. I'd already served my sentence in your mental institution.

At this point, I'm just glad it was no longer me.

Farewell.