The dark waters formed me and now all I hear is bubbling.
Bubbling all time and it does not stop.
There is less and less of me until there is nothing but water inside of me.
Only water I can not push out, bubbling and stirring all the time.
I am not sure anymore if I want to be free or am free already.
I can not recall how long it has been since I dwelled among the water or wether I was born here.
Perhaps I am a nixe and it is my destiny to be a slave to the waters.
Even if there were ever any hands reaching towards me I would ignore them. But the thought would have been nice.
I have been here so long I am unsure if I would like the world beyond if I were to manage to escape.
Short. Thoughts of a lost case
The experiences I have had, or at least the view of me through my rather grey-tainted glasses, by being me.