I want to walk upon the waters, but it seems so inviting.

I may just tumble down to the depths and feel my last breath.

I want to lay on the ocean floor.

I want to watch as my last breath rises to the surface without me.

I want to feel the pressure from all the water above against my skin.

I want to feel in place; feel like I belong.

I wish to lay upon the ocean floor.

I wish to see that breath rise without me.

I wish to feel the pressure that makes me feel so secure.

I wish though I wish.

I will walk upon the waters.

I will break through the surface along with my breath.

I will escape the pressures that put me in my place.

I will watch as my lungs fill with air again and again.

I will rise.