Drowning

Drowning

Drowning is, like so many things in life, what you make of it.

Me, I rather like it.

All our lives we are drowning.

It’s all about keeping your head above the water.

But once you let go…

It’s so serene down here.

I lived a life of such highs and lows.

Down here, it’s grey. Everything.

Grey.

Rest.

Why struggle so hard?

Eventually, no matter what, you end up in the

grey.

No one gives a damn about you anyway.

You’re alone wherever you go.

Alone…

It’s so cold here.

But hey, I'm a San Franciscan.

I'm used to the cold.

And suddenly it becomes too much.

Closing, closing in on you…

Drowning isn’t so…

anymore.

I take a breath and my lungs fill with water.

I never really had a choice.

Thrashing is useless, I know, but I do so anyway.

One last attempt to save myself.

The water drags me down.

I wish I had something to hold on to.

My last thought, last memory.

Nothing comes.

So little from thirteen years.

So little that counts.

I am drowning.

Goodbye.