I like to swim
deeper than the ocean,
slowly losing my breath
until I cannot breathe.

I like to swim
with my eyes wide open,
all alone in the ocean.
Maybe solitude is all I am destined for,
and validation is not what I should crave for.

I like to swim—
the deeper I go, the more I find peace,
peace in my silence.
Or should it cost my life to find peace?

I like to swim.
Being in the ocean leads to empathy…
or is it sympathy?
Is my existence
a grievance?

I like to swim.
But maybe I should go now.
Maybe the fishes are dreading
my absence.
My presence is polluting the ocean.

I like to swim.
But maybe it is time to go now.