p_cox

Every time I try to swim out, I get sucked in further. My feet don't reach the bottom, I start to swim, but the harder I try the less I move. I'm loosing my breath, I'm panting. From time to time I swallow a wave whilst gasping for air, and I'm beginning to give in, it's stronger than me. The ocean's swallowing me, I can't fight it. I resign myself to the fact that those would be my last breaths, that what little I could see would be my last landscape. I remember reading about drowning and how it was a rather pleasant death.