#1481

If my mind is a house full of hallways full of doors, then what is yours? I see an ocean, steel gray water stretching in all directions to touch a steel gray sky. There’s nothing to swim toward but if you don’t keep treading water you’ll slip beneath the waves, choking on icy liquid as you thrash and sink. Horrors lurk beneath those waves, just waiting to pull you down, down, down. No wonder you drink; it must be the only way to keep the chill at bay. To forget about the monsters.

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