Quicksand

I’m feeling a strange sense of melancholy

It’s not heavy

Not that it normally is

I don’t remember

I just know

Right now doesn’t feel heavy

But it does feel a bit

Down in the doldrums

Though not in a depressing way

Just a sorta stuck feeling

That I’m not trying to fight

Because I know it’ll pass

It never lasts

So I just lay there

Not weighed down

By the expectation of movement

Because I know that will come

& i know it’ll come

When it feels like I’m floating

So, why try to fight the quicksand

Without any vines nearby

When you might as well try to enjoy the ride

Only to realize you were always meant

To fall through to the otherside

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