Edge of the Abyss

Sitting on the edge of the abyss, tossing in pebbles... listening for any sound below.

Nothing.

This abyss is pretty deep.  It sucks in all light, sound... and seemingly sanity too, if you get too close.

Too many words, too many thoughts clogging up, not processing... not going where they need to go. Just piling up like floating timber in a logjam.  

I need help in sorting this all out, in figuring out this mess. In figuring out me.

I need help. 

I need.

That seems to be the root cause of this mess: need.

Or I.