You’re just sitting there glancing, looking through the old and the new and all of a sudden you can feel it.
Feel that feeling where your eyes are becoming flooded and you’re trying your best to figure out why and what’s causing the liquid to start surfacing.
You try to erase who you were because out of nowhere, you don’t even know who you are today or who you will be, but regardless, your shirt still feels tight.
You look down and it’s as though quicksand had started to absorb certain parts of you and your legs no longer can stand the test of your own strength.
Letting go of your muscles, your tears finally start falling and you see other people who appear to be struggling in similar ways, but that makes you feel worse.
Then, comparing yourself again, you look at your own self and you can’t seem to find anything worth holding on to, slipping.
Finally, you give up trying to fight, shake the weight that has just suddenly punched you with most of it’s wrath and just attempt to distract yourself until the next time.
You know you’ll make it through, but with each and every passing moment, it gets slightly harder.