I think I would rather have had gills than lungs.

To live and breathe under water would be such a ******* blessing.

A place where the icy touch of water smooths over the rough, aching edges of your skin.

A place where your screams dwindle to mere echoes at the distance of a hand-width.

Where sins wash like watercolours in the purple ache of night.

But we are creatures of the land.

Cursed with bipedalism and an unbridled view of the stars.
Naively destined to watch a movie with a happy ending,

When your own life is a car crash,

And hope.