sometimes i write stuff

swimming sinking down, can almost make it out but something in the water brushed against me
sending chills and waves of nausea, it's never quite done, it's never really over.
i'm treading water, horrified to be nothing more than bait, nothing more than something to nibble away at, piece by piece my skin is pulled off, revealing i've got nothing inside after all.

(this piece explains why i never pursued writing as a career. why did i even post it? b/c this place is my journal. my brain in broadband form.)