Awake in a sea of breathless lies – lies about life, and lies about hopes and dreams and loves – , I feel the water pushing in on me, pressing my chest closed, and shoving me down, down, down… into the deep, deepest deep of these dreaded weeds, where those poor, unfortunate souls to eternity have condemned themselves. I’ll not be a part of it. I’ll not, though. So, I feel for some gills, take in the water as would the driest of deserts, and push off this seeming bottom of the existence I know; I am going out to who knows where, to do who knows what, knowing that I can breathe easy now and forever, because I am awake, and so I shall swim, and next I shall have wings.
hannah ananas 