Treading in the deep

Fighting the build up of lactic in your muscles

Pruned finger’s effortlessly moving thru the water

At this point

Every emotion's presenting itself

Downward like an avalanche

A rolling film of memories rushes over your cornea like a flip book

Light becoming dimmed

Plunging into darkness

Ones body succumbs to the singular thing that keeps us alive

Sometimes floating will cause less pain than swimming ,

But it is painful none the less