Traveler's Guide To Escaping Mental Holes

Step one. 

Stop digging.

Fistful of Sand

Leaves descending from the trees, spinning and twirling like dancers lost in song, landing gracefully in the pond. Like little sailboats caressing the surface, no cargo, no passengers, and no destination; led only by the whims of the wind and sheer luck.

I spent every day at the pond that autumn, watching the leaves fall. I liked my little leaf-boats. I chose them, collected them, raced them across the water, guiding them with my own breath. Soon I had so many boats that the pond was getting crowded. The leaves covered the pond in fiery shades of descending autumn. Maybe I should put my boats out to sea. Even more room and more wind to be free. I set out for the docks with my fleet of leaves to take the world by storm.

At the docks, I saw other boats. Big boats, powerful and efficient. Adorned with names that hung on everyone's lips, masts as thick as trees, harnessing the power of many winds to sail vast oceans, carrying much cargo and many people.

I stood there in awe, still clutching my armload of leaves. These simple leaves would surely be crushed and drown under the bows of such overpowering vessels. My boats used to make me happy; these leaves used to be all I wanted and all I could think about, consuming my mind and my time. Now my once pleasant memories of the pond seemed shallow and stagnant, a complete waste of time. The clanging of ships' horns rang in my ears, the deep murmurs of the horn reverberated in my chest, shaking the foundations of my soul and raising goosebumps on my skin.

My leaves continued to tumble to the ground as they always have, this time in tiny bits and pieces of greens and reds and yellows, slipping through my clenched fists like so much sand.

Last Hope

I was going to sing you a song but I couldn't find the music.

I was going to draw you a picture but I couldn't find a pencil.

I was going to dance you a dance but I couldn't find my feet.

I was going to write you a story but I couldn't find a happy ending.

I was going to make you smile but I couldn't find my heart.

I was going to tell you I loved you but I couldn't find the words to say.

I was going to be your hero but I couldn't save you in time.

I was going to be there for you but I couldn't keep my promise.

I was going to tell you I'm sorry but I couldn't find the courage.

I was going to walk away but you wouldn't let me go.

Indivisible

Killing Time

Swift, silent, and unseen, everywhere and nowhere. Around me and beside me. Propelling me forward and holding me back. Killing me slowly; a savior for bottled sand.

I reached out into the nothingness and buried the blade deep into its chest. The flurry of movement died on the floor.

Sands ceased to fall. My heartbeat slowed ever so slightly. I sat down in disgust. I knew what happened next.

It stirred. But this time I didn't have the heart to stab it again.

Spellbound

Sometimes I wish I could project letters from my fingertips, 

Each word forming sentences, paragraphs, stanzas on the page,

Lining up and falling into place, each on its own accord.

Like a wizard from a fairy tale,

I would cast deep spells of enchantment and sorcery,

Captivating whoever dared to look upon the bewitched writings.

But then I realize this power does indeed exist,

And then I wonder why I don't use it more often.

Fears

Fear.
No one will read it.

Bigger fear.
No one will understand it.

Biggest fear.

Not that you do not have the patience to read it, but that I do not possess the heart to write it.