It's vast and deep. And if you can keep up and swim then you're fine. If not you can get lost in the little things. Like a touch or a grin. Sometimes it's even the warmth of a voice or the comforting feeling of their arms. It's like swimming in the ocean. If you can keep up you're fine. But for me on the other hand. I couldn't keep up with the ever moving current. Pulling me further and further. What started out as a cute habit became annoying. What seemed so unimportant suddenly meant the world. What I love slowly became things you hate. What I became was something you hated. It's like swimming in the ocean. If you can keep up you're fine. Trying to fight to stay on top. Breathing. In and out. One stroke at a time. I'm sorry. Let me fix it. But then here comes the big wave. It's like swimming in the ocean. Or at least trying to. But failing. It's been a year since I went to the ocean. Every day I get a little closer. But then I hear the crashing of waves and remember the pain of being dragged under. It's like swimming in the ocean. If you can keep up. You'll be fine.
