Jamaica, 2014
I like it down here; it’s quiet, my surroundings—cool against my skin. It’s comforting, calming. It’s almost funny; you can struggle or you can relax, and sink down, down, down. But not far down enough to where it gets colder.
I’d stay down here if I could, get used to the clear and quiet it brings my mind. But I know I can’t, because I know at some point I must break the surface, severing our connection, and take a breath to keep myself alive.
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