Trying to swim against my stream-of-conscious
Being whipped around by currents and smashed into boulders.
Thrashing. Struggling to stay afloat.
How easy it would be to place a rock upon my chest,
and softly s i n k into the cool dark water.
My tears would dissipate into my surroundings,
I'd see beautifully muted colors
and hear beautifully muted sounds
And as I'd sink deeper,
I'd feel myself f l o a t away.