Grasp (004)

As a kid, I had this irrational fear of quicksand. I’ve come to learn as an adult that it was a common fear. I’d picture myself slowly sinking, squirming around and reaching, arms stretched out, trying to grasp anything. Perhaps The Never Ending Story is to blame.

As an adult, my brain is in quicksand more often than not, especially this past year. Slowly squirming, reaching for a logical thought, trying to straighten out the swirling ideas just out of grasp. I’ve read that many of the things I’ve been through can cause this. I want out of it. I want a branch to grab onto. I need to stop sinking, even if I don’t fully emerge.