Sometimes, something deep inside me draws me in–an unfathomable ocean of despair, longing, and vivid loneliness which I fail to understand. A deep sense of ache which tires me out eventually.
Just like the weather which changes with a blink of an eye–from nice, and pleasant to furious in a second, this profound yearning shakes the foundation of my very existence.
It tugs at me like an undercurrent. I want to give in to it, be seized by it, be capsized by the very swells of currents. I want to slip out of who I am, shed everything, the way a snake discards its old skin, and embrace a new life.