For.A.Moment.I.WasLostForever.

a friend of my fathers has this drowning anecdote. he says that its the most peaceful death one can have. he got caught in a rip tide and after the struggling and chokeing and fear. he was left peacefull and resigned. floating to the bottem of his glass tomb. it was beautiful he said. granted he was rescued but the event made a clear impression as he tells it.

this is how my life felt.

then i felt rock bottom and i kicked as hard as my last breath could afford me. and i made it back alive.