:: still bogged ::

she is still so upset she doesn't know what she can do to make the thoughts and melancholy go away. they juz eat away at her. eating and feeding away. they have no care or regard for her dying spirit. they don't give a damn about her torrential tears. they juz eat away and eat away and eat away and eat away. they just keep overwhelming her. they are the metre high waves that juz keeps crashing upon her just as she is halfway up from onslaught of the previous wave. there is no break. there is no time to draw another breath. she just keeps trying to come up for air. grasping. not touching. grabbing. but not holding. the sand is too slippery. beneath the waves, she wonders what little else there is to do. she just cries. but there's already too much salty water around her. and everything just merges together in a blinding veil of tears.