Ever thought what value a few minutes, or heck! even a few seconds of life hold? Stories and Poems bought together from even the smallest or least valuable to the deepest thoughts of life.
So, why not appreciate the movement, why not share the grief...
I imagine the back of my head hitting the water. A sense of calm surrounding me, coming, washing over me. I imagine going under; the clear blue water, with sunlight sieving through it. The most beautiful thing I have ever experienced. Hence, I choose not to come up. And so, the swimmer chooses to drown.
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