I feel like I am in a well of troubles .Whenever I get out of one, and am almost on the edge of the well, I drop down again. Deep into the darkness, down the long way which I have so many times traveled before. I reach back in those troubling waters, where I struggle like ever before, but getting gifted with new experiences.
But on the contrary, it ends up weakening me too. I almost feel that my well of troubles has a trap at its exit. I cannot ever escape from it. I slip, I slide, I fall and then get lost in that dark murky water, unsure of my next successful escape from it, wondering of its consequences, its effects. And I peacefully sink back in it, ready to struggle again. One day, I might peacefully sink in it, drowning my life, my sorrows, my hopes, my dreams and myself.
The musty well isn’t that good a place to hang out, you know. Though its edges sure give me a few good moments, but soon to be ended. And then again I am engulfed by the darkness of the well and its Troubling waters…..
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