I’m drowning within myself. I’m gasping for air. The intoxicated water is suffocating my lungs. You’re two feet away from me screaming swim. I can’t. I can’t find myself. Perhaps the beauty of it is, being lost within myself is who I am. Who I’ll always be. I swim when I’m drowning. I’ve taken my last breath. I’ve let go.
You’re stronger than this. The voices in my head are wide awake, causing my eyes to shut tight. This isn’t real. The voices they come and they go. They struggle from within. The knots in my stomach intertwine with each other, tighter and tighter. My darling, do not worry. They had no chance of triumphing. Why? Because these ropes have not torn.