There are times that you just float. You feel surrounded by water: still, calm, and cool. You know if you float long enough you'll sink, but you also know if you stop floating you'll never fly. One of the hardest things in life is making the decision to float, sink, or try to fly.
I can feel myself floating. Beginning to sink. Never being able to fly. There's a brokenness to floating, but you aren't truly broken. Just slightly bruised with a shattered heart.
When your breath stops and you start to sink there's nothing you can do about it. Your body stops functioning and you know it's time to go.
I guess what I'm saying is goodbye. It's time to go.
(September 12th, 2014 at 11:11pm)
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