There comes a point when you are sinking to the bottom of the ocean you stop struggling to resurface. You will always lose a losing battle, and as optimistic as you might try to be, you're sinking. When you stop thrashing for your very life, you stop the bubbles from your desperation from clouding your view, and begin to see the others. Others that are s i n k i n g. It's kind of scary how many there are. Although the water absorbs your screams into a muted nothingness, there are still others with you. As you get farther down, the light cannot penetrate down, so you start to not see the others. But they're there. They've always been there. S i n k i n g You can still swim. You can get closer to one of the others. Perhaps more. And as you spiral down into oblivion. W i Y l o S l u i W n i k t M h e ?