Music blares into my ears
lost in a sea of thoughts
The waves crashing into each other
cutting sentences off midway through
I can’t breathe, and I hate swimming
I try to yell for help but all that comes out is a whisper
It’s unlikely anyone will hear it
surrounded by beach day fun
The reality is, I’m not too far from the shore
Treading on the edge of the shark net
I look capable
How does one get so far out – if not a good swimmer?
Alone, tired
I decide to sink to the bottom
Maybe I’ll find some sunken treasures
Maybe the darkness will help me
escape the waves