Upwards, your lungs craving air; the muscles in your body ache as you emerge up to the surface. Take a breath, feel the air rush back into your lungs, colour rush back into your cheeks. You were dying - only for a moment, but you were drifting away, being engulfed into the murky darkness. It will happen again, someday. Everyone gives in at the end, they claw at the water, resist with the small ounce of energy they have left, hold on the lonely drop of hope in all their minds despair; but sooner or later their eyes roll back, they feel nothing but numbness, they let the water take them, pull them, drag them down like it did to all the other lonely souls that were once just like you.
Everyone tries to tread water; no one wants to die. So I didn’t.
Everyone tries to tread water; no one wants to die. So I didn’t.