The Undertow

I am attempting, somewhat unsuccessfully, to balance curiosity and closure, while ignoring the breadth of sadness that comes with pausing long enough to allow empathy and compassion to stall my path of avoidance.

If I stop long enough to comprehend the humanity behind the significance of this past week, it breaks me. It's tragic, aggravating and confusing all at once. It makes me wonder what I'm doing with the time I have left, and if I might consider it wasted in the end.

Isn't every moment worthy of complete attention and conscious choice? Do I control the rudder or just drift with the current?

But these days, it's like a wave is breaking over you

Dragging you in with the undertow

If you lay among the graves, you will see other ghosts