Breathe.

It's called breathing. That thing that you do when you get air in and out of your lungs.

If you don't you kind of die from asphyxiation.

Breathe.

My heart thumping. Butterflies.

I really don't think I should feel like this given the current situation and events that is taking place.

Breathe.

I want to breathe but I know I can't since I'm surrounded by water.

Breathe.

I'm able to pull the plug at the bottom of the sea, but I can't since I care about the sea creatures surrounding me.

Breathe.

So I'll let my lungs deflate and my heart break from not being able to produce enough blood for lack of oxygen.

Close.

I'll let myself close in a sea of darkness, throwing away the treasure that I safely kept away in my heart escape my soul and sink further into a dark dungeon deep, penetrating the very core that was before, the life of the ocean.

I don't think its fair. But then again, life isn't fair in itself.

A million knives and swords that were thrown to the beautiful creature beside me.

But instead, I lunge towards it with all that I have and push my chest out and take it instead of the creature.

But I'll be fine. I always turn out fine.
It shall be alright.

Just fine.

Breathe.