Trickling from a hole in my head, it forms a small puddle of nothing.
It is slowly getting deeper but I can still see the bottom and I still swim from end to end.
But the more I let go, the more spills out making that puddle bigger and wider.
I can no longer see the bottom but I can still swim from end to end, though I am out of breath when I reach the other side.
Soon enough, when I try to swim end to end, I won’t be able to and I will stop in the middle of this puddle.
My muscles will give and stop working no matter how hard I strain to stay afloat.
My colorful world will turn into a beautiful blue as I began to sink under the surface.
Oct 26, 2013
Oct 26, 2013 at 9:01 PM UTC
Trickling from a hole in my head, it forms a small puddle of nothing.
It is slowly getting deeper but I can still see the bottom and I still swim from end to end.
But the more I let go, the more spills out making that puddle bigger and wider.
I can no longer see the bottom but I can still swim from end to end, though I am out of breath when I reach the other side.
Soon enough, when I try to swim end to end, I won’t be able to and I will stop in the middle of this puddle.
My muscles will give and stop working no matter how hard I strain to stay afloat.
My colorful world will turn into a beautiful blue as I began to sink under the surface.