I remember the first day I nearly drowned, ugh!

It was just like one would experience in the movies, kicking your feet, trying to go up and forcing yourself to scream but only get chugged down by more water.

Having experienced that moment twice in a day gave chills and had me thinking about my life at every struggle and gulp of water. I mean that day was a beautiful day and we were just playing with this handsome fella who played shark and we played prey.

If you look at the bright side, I could have died in the hands of a handsome shark though.

Why do I feel like my heart is drowning in a salt sea even though I am not anywhere near water.

My legs are twisted, my hands are weak and my poor eyes can’t even cry. I look like a snowman made with dust.

I am about to drown at the hands of another fella. I never really learn my lessons, do I?

This one is way more handsome and dashing, my heart has become more healthier ❤️‍🩹 than ever since we met. He might as well be grooming them for some wizard sacrifice. Psych.

Now I am stuck and drowning in my own tears and even if I do survive, I will still jump into the nearest abyss, again and again.