Losing Ground

I have to stop myself from losing faith that this will work.

I have no choice.

I'm in quicksand, and resistance is futile.

And even if the surrounding forest is calling out to me, and beautiful trees stand out to be worshipped by me, I am stuck here. In the middle. With you (someone else said this to me, and I can't believe I'm saying it to you. How did I get here?).

I choose to be stuck here. For how long, I can't tell.

Pull me out already. Or suck me in.

This waiting. I'm losing ground.

I need some help here.

Someone? Anyone?

Don't just stand there. Or did you just want to see me die?