What It Is To Die
The sudden blue of the water enveloped me as my horrified fingers slipped under the surface. An iron grip held my shoulders tight, softly holding me in my space. Like blankets, the water wrapped tightly, coldly shocking my body into warmth- a gentle glow upon the skin. Tearing open my eyes, I saw a long far away world of blue, stretching away from me, taunting me. Oblivious to my struggle, to my panic, I see legs and arms and excitement over some concept lost to me. Water had no time nor patience for my panic, and insisted wholly upon the hands on my shoulders and liquid glass now pervading my lungs. The water seemed to hold me under it’s own thumb in an attempt to extinguish my blatant nonconformity. The clicking of my heart was strained now, and veiled in bubbles of oxygen, my vision was obscured. I noted the valiant white bubbles straggle away, across the blue world, and more importantly, away from me. The words I heard where only a muted bass now held down oppressively by a h
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