When not having a pot to piss in, you’re back is against the wall. The walls that are caving in on thy back, slowly falling back with the gravel mid-air. You have to make sixteen ways to eat and forty ways to breath. You instantly awaken the will-power to survive. The will power to swim through the sides that are soon to meet you on the fall. You will not let the tides take you down stream without a fight. On the fall you strap yourself onto the rocks that are falling with you before you drop. Praying you do not sink on the fall.

Splash ! As soon as you hit the currents with the rocks. You being on this massive bolder lessened the impact of the crash. Yo body is not shattered. As you fall into the deep abyss you see the light as you stare up. You swim upward seeking the light for survival. You made it out of the shallow murky water that even octopuses, massing to the size of New York got swallowed by.  Crying because you swim with no compass. Not knowing when the destination ahead will be your escape. You just know, the past is in hindsight and the future is now. You keep swimming and hoping until your body has met the sea shore.