A paucity of air clings to my lungs as I sink further into what life could be.
Wishing away, living a dream, all the while toying with time’s dominating hand.
Swim, they tell me, so indeed I swim against the ominous currents of the sea.
Chills prick my skin like toxic thorns while my eyes cascade into the abyss.
Mesmerized by the vivid darkness, I hold still, secure in the arms of the somber skies.