Somewhere, I disappear to. A place in which I become
Weightless, like a butterfly.
I shouldn’t be able to breathe, but
My new-found gills slowly begin to make themselves useful and
My heart quickly picks up its pace.
I become lost in my own thoughts. Surrounded by my eutopia,
Nothing else can be heard. I work my arms and legs in sync against the blue, every stroke
Graceful. A butterfly, surrounded by blue.