Holding my breath for an eternity, weightless and motionless. My toes haven’t touched the bottom and I’ve yet to begin rising towards the slivers of light making their way towards me through the watery depths. I am suspended in this moment, like I am in my own life. I am in between two worlds, in between beginnings and endings, my past and my future separated only by the surface tension of my present self. My heart feels clenched and uncertain, my lungs want desperately for my lips to break the surface and be filled deeply with oxygen. But I want to hold this moment as long as I can. I don’t want to let go, I don’t want to move forward. Not yet.
Breaking the surface
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