Again. And again.
Like tripping into quicksand, slowly suffocating with no way out. Spinning into a swirling eddy, limbs failing against the whirlpool turbulence. Joyously swimming out to sea on a warm summer night to forcibly return by the high tide of the moon. It is an arid, acrid, dessert with no oasis in sight. It is the unwelcome Force. The Vortex.
Like a powerful magnet, I am repeatedly yanked back. I sob, I scream, I throw an adult temper tantrum. And yet, I remain. I am continuously shot, captured and dragged back from the forests of freedom to this penitentiary, devoid of hope, removing souls.
I am sucked back to the emotional decay and stifling black hole .... of Houston.
Finally, I give up. I succumb. Exhausted, I will flow with this placid current in the Bayou. I accept this challenge, begrudgingly and with full pout. I may whine the entire float to salvation, this other utopia, but I will seek lemonade with my lemons in the meantime.
There must be something to do here....something.
Anyone?
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