Drowning Afloat (a freewrite)
Word Vomit 2:
Unedited, automatic journaling entry (2 mins, June 2019):
Sometimes it’s like I’m in water. I can’t breathe. I’m neither drowning nor afloat. I’m just submerged. Everything sounds muffled. When I speak, I choke. There is neither fear nor tranquility. I’m just there. Indifferent towards my current situation or my next move. I feel me and only me. Nothing else is tangible. Everyone, everything is blurry. So, I choose to leave my eyes shut. I decide to simply hold my breath, materializing into that which envelopes me.