How long can you hold your breath?
The idea of sinking- for many seems frightening and deadly; but for me it's comforting. Silence. The world goes quiet and the uproar of thoughts dull out. Now my one focus is on breathing- the only thing that's keeping me alive. Keeping my head above the ripple of water. Yet just so slightly underneath- I don't need to worry about anyone else's opinions on me; my future, my grades, my family or friends, my anxiety. Just the thin barrier that keeps me from life and death. Every breath I take is the obstruction between here and the unknown. In fact I often compare my life to being under the water. I wish it was that calming and peaceful, but the idea of holding my breath in every day situations to temper my fate satisfies me. Try breathe underwater. That's what my life feels like just without the pretty bubbles.
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A gifted breath
Short Story~True debut of loneliness and second chances~ Try living in a life that constantly feels like your drowning. With no purpose in life and nothing to look forward to it's easy to become consumed by your own thoughts. Holding your breath feels like the...
