It was like an everlasting bliss.
The cold filling my insides invading my lungs and attacking my supply of air.
Except it isn't painful. It really isn't.
It's peaceful.
I look up in wonder at the murky world above me. I can't see much from under the water, just the blue of the sky and the wispy white clouds.
Yet it's so beautiful.
So I let go.
I let go of the pain erupting in my chest. The sad depressing continuous days, the fake smiles plastered on my face, the constant tears wanting to escape.
I let it all go.
And it hurt, just a little bit.
I sink further and further into the endless unknown and I wonder,
Is this what dying feels like?
