falling overboard being the only one on the ship...
engulfed by the moisture rolling down cheeks bypassing the lips...
the sink doesn't float quite like the backstroke envisioned...
down goes the ability to drift as the bottom reaches for the imprisoned...
drowning eyes going all in to part with what sights lose on the horizon's flat line...
with one slip the dip becomes a swim for life...
caring too much beyond tears descending life gets swallowed by the absence of a face...
forgetting pain isn't supposed to consume the tasting of names...
friends synchronize into a solo backstroke headed for different shore lines...
as the captain cannot find the way to dry lands with much to much weight overflowing its sides...
awakening survival in the mind before the undertow can suck the life outta ones hope...
sailing with the wind beneath the sunshine giving light to the coast...
done with the deep emptiness for air is needed to evolve...
on a beach dipping the feet into what reminds the memories to get lost...
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