P.I.T.

Its dark in here. Im swimming in neck deep black sticky tar. can barely move. this fluid seems to pull me in everytime I try to get out. It seems alive. waiting for me to lose my strength before devouring me whole and pull me into its abyssmal depths..... I face my head north and see a tiny speck of light. the only thing I need before giving up all hope. a direction... a guide... like a map given to a lost traveler, more precious than water. this speck is so little like a dust. but so visible in the pitch black darkness. so I swim slowly, conserving my little left strength. still this light seems so far on the horizon. but I'll keep swimming, until I reach the light...........