Push Off

up from the ground. you could have gone no further down, but you finally feel the bottom beneath your bare feet.

it is more coarse than you remember, bits of jagged stone sticking up from the concrete, right between your toes, and you admire that it's called rock bottom for a reason.

the water is heavier here: it presses down on your esars, making your own thoughts seem more hi-lighted and distinct. nothing is a mystery. it's just you, the water and the flutter legs of bodies of unsuspecting people above you. they don't know what you're doing though. they don't seem to know that you have sunk right down, down to the bottom; down to the depths of where you could sink. but then your lungs feel like they're pressing in upon themselves. time to go back up?

you bend your knees, feeling the power of the energy stored in your muscles. you push off, launching yourself towards the surface, gliding effortlessly through the swirling eddies of water that surround you like tiny flocks of birds.

You break the surface, smiling as droplets of water cascade off of your upturned face, open to the sun. Is this what it feels like?

I am finally done. For good. So take that.