downfall

i've seen it before, i believe. the same slow downfall in melancholy, in despair, in a self pity that reduces one to mud. i've seen ruins of people crawling in that primordial mud, powerless to stay above it or even to quietly drown with the flood. it might not be a way without return, but to crawl is easier, far easier - and quite often, the only way in front of one's eyes.