i'm drowning.
struggling to breathe, to keep my head above water, to keep it from entering my lungs.
and i'm submerged again, pulled down into the deep depths of the ocean.
then i fight my way back up to the surface, gasping for air, my lungs screaming.
my eyes sting from the salt, from the continuous motion of being sucked under the dark water and clawing my way back up to breathe.
why don't i give up?
i will run out of energy at some point.
but no, i will not.
because the ocean is life.
and if i succumb to the pulling waves, only then will it be over.
