Peace

Beneath the surface of the water, it is calm. A safe haven from the storms that rage above. It is always tempting to stay here and drift with the other broken pieces of my world. This might be a good way to die.

But what about the possibilities of this world coming back together again? So I surge upward with renewed hope. I grab at a happy memory to keep my afloat. The happiness of those times rushing to comfort me. But I look around and see all the debris and can't help losing hope. How can everything fit back together? I can't find the one reason to fight. It's getting harder and harder to see with the mist setting in. The confusion of why things aren't going right. Losing site of all that hope I let my head fall down to the memory in defeat. It can't even comfort me any longer.

What is the point? Everything is gone- There's nothing left in this world for me. I might as well slip from the memories and dive back down into the water. At least there, my world is at peace.