.rotten.

Sometimes there's a hole that remains no mater how much you plug it or try to fill it with other things--insubstantial nonsense. Sometimes the hole shrinks. Other times it becomes a vortex. Sometimes it can very well consume you, no matter how hard you fight.

I seem to be in the latter circumstance. Being consumed and feeling my spirit evaporate slowly into an ethereal mist. I feel myself changing. Transforming. And not for the better. I feel consumed...drained. Like there is a sort of parasite inside, sucking away infinitely. The little optimism I had has died out, and the light is now dim. Barely a glimmer....hardly a flutter. Though I have means to escape, I cannot.Thus I feel this permanent state of negative flux. Being washed away.

Maybe I'll continue to rot. Maybe I will heal. One staple I possess is the ability to maintain, even through the worst circumstances. We will see how I fare through this turbulent time.