Slide like a coin into a metal bowl with all the edges and empty spaces and stay there for eternity.
Trickle like a raindrop down glass into a swollen pool edged with frost.
But if rain can overflow within the bowl and carry the coin out; if sunshine can dry the tears by the window
and even if nothing happens. I still can get out, get through, flow upwards, stop flowing. It's technique. It's willpower. It's faith. It's bullshit. It's possible. First face everything that needs to be faced.