the romantic heart cannot swim in a calm sea, so it flails and spins madly and without reservation, drowning while keeping itself afloat just enough. i am now afraid of the water - no, not afraid of it, but tired of it. i detest the water and the sea from having exhausted myself in it so many times already. but lately… i have the urge to go swimming.
teitur - catherine the waitress
i can already see myself sinking, swallowing the whole ocean, drowning once again. but the water isn’t unfamiliar to my lungs, and i can’t even breathe without it. curse these gills and this stupid heart.
funny. I was just about to write a similar post. I may follow the theme.
very nicely done.
In reality, the body is composed primarily of water. Your first beginnings were a sea of weightlessness, floating in the comfort of a mother’s womb.
Only the dead of heart detest the sea. Really, no one hates the water — only drying off when lightning begins to strike.