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i was told to start swimming when i was placed on a boat in the middle of nowhere. there were no life jackets, and i was the only one on the boat. no food or water, just the bare skin on my back. so i jumped out, and began to swim. i was never a great swimmer, and i knew that it was going to be hard and that i'll most likely drown. but i kept swimming away even while knowing that this was it.

and i swam.

i swam to my hearts content.

my legs were groaning in agony, and my arms were so tired. my breathing was getting unsteady, and my head was pounding. i could feel my body failing.

"i'm not gonna make it" was the only thing on my mind.

so i stopped swimming. with my veins pumping, my lungs collapsing, and my muscles aching, i knew i was going to drown all the way down, and that i was gonna let it happen.

i was gonna let that happen.

my body then goes limp as i'm engulfed in the salt water of the sea. the ocean of my tears. the movement of my soul.

deeper i'm falling, deeper i'm going.

but then all of a sudden, it stops.

with my eyes glued shut and my arms and legs reaching high, i was at ease almost. i am drifting up now. my back facing the top of the water as if i'm being sucked through a portal. i feel the saltiness of the water seeping through me like light as i'm floating above it. i no longer feel like i have to drown because i am floating. i feel the sun on my paling skin. the warmth surrounds me as i let the waves take me. and then i open my almost alive eyes, and see it.

shore.

// m.m.