Last Breath
it comes in waves,
tonight i am drowning
i’m sitting in silence as my life crumbles before my eyes,
but in my head i’m splashing around vigorously and gasping for air
my mind goes quiet as i begin to sink,
the water has entered my lungs
i’m crying, but there is no one there to see
i’m begging for another chance, i want to live but i was never taught how to swim
it’s over now, the current pulled me under
life preservers can’t save someone who’s already drowned
“You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you.”
-Ray Bradbury
This quote is important to me because I personally use writing as an outlet for when life gets too hard or stressful or even too boring. It allows me to escape into a world of my own creation in my time of need. I think it's important for everyone to have some kind of world to escape into, some kind of happy place. Desite the light of life, the real world can easily became an endless repetitive circle of work, school, and misery just by its very nature. Being forced to stay in that state of mind, being forced to constantly focus on and relive all your problems, that's enough to destroy a person.
Some say that people that spend a lot of time in their heads are crazy.
I say, the truly insane people are the ones who don't.
Your hands
Sweat seeped in between the cracks of my hands and we hadn't even touched. Being so close caused such anxiety within me. Will he or won't he? Nerves grew higher and higher as every moment passed by. We were running out of time. Then, suddenly, I feel the slightest tingles on the tips of my fingers that quickly escalated to electric currents running through my veins. He reached for my hand and my heart jolted. He grabbed my hand so quickly, it startled me. I looked up into his eyes and he smiled back. We exchanged nervous giggles as the sweat built up in between our hands. It felt as if for that moment, I was able to hold my entire world in the palm of my hands.