There was a force on my chest
pushing me farther and father under the surface of idealism
I'm gasping for a single breath.
watching words slip from my lips, as if i were blowing bubbles in a bath tub
and as my feet were inches away from the bottom,
I swam.
I swam past the currents
until neptune's jaw dropped.
And when I reached the top of the surface I just looked up.
When you've been sitting underwater for years, you forget what the world above looks like.
And I think that scared me most.
I could either stay down here, sad and regretful; always wondering, what if?
or I could take a chance and just have to accept what ever is out there.
my toes flexed as I started to swim upward.
The sun dried off the sorrow and bathed me in gold;
I opened my eyes.
Home.