Grimey Nails

Digging can be a messy job. Sometimes you barely pick at the soil, one grain at a time and sometimes you find yourself digging harder. On the digging harder days the grime remains in your nails, its difficult to take it out. It sort of assimilates itself into your existence. And soon, you don’t remember what it feels like not having the grime there. There are days when you dig so deep that you chance upon something far below, a little box. Like a dream, you can’t really remember what it is that you have found, just a vague recollection or connection with the box. As you clear the dust off, look beneath its rusty cover, you begin to find your recollections getting lucid. And then it hits you like a tidal wave. You try and come up to breathe but it isn’t easy to fight off and it just pushes you further below. Then eventually over time, you calm down and decide what to do with the box- toss it back into the pit or keep it among the other artifacts you have dug out.