metaphorically

Today, yes today. the quagmire finally turns into harder ground, and at least my eyes will be spared from moisture. What a miry mess it becomes when it's all wet.

i am standing on this plateau of land in the middle of nowhere. sometimes it's lost to my counterplotters, sometimes it's mightily conquered. i refuse to yield under the pressure, one that comes from the dark unknown. but i now have xanax to fall back on, and all will be fine. let the past erase itself, and for goodness sake forget the foolishness.

i see you standing there, and i will come to you.