AN: a little background i'm on a swim team and i love it and i love the people and the feeling and sometimes i think i could be fucking great at it and others i feel like i should just quit, i also have exercise induced asthma which is a whole other problem that im treating with steriod, but recently i learned that i might have to quit it all together so instead of unhealthy coping mechanisms i'm here

1, 2, 3, breath

1, 2, 3, breath

1, 2, 3, Breath

gliding flying sliding along 

bubbles chasing at my feet nose and arms in a ticklish rhythm 

almost like a theme song

steady and feeling like forever till i hit the wall

head up looking back at the wake of the fall

realizing you limbs are light and free

realizing your crooked in the water and being dragged down like a boat in the thrashing sea

skin tight so light accentuating every curve

not at all a problem until it strikes the wrong nerve

but it could all be different and fine

if you just went to sleep and committed the time

you could be competitive

you could go to college

you could be less than a little fishy who doesn't know how big the pond is

but it's like you're an eagle with a broken wing

always watching and around always wonder if

today will be the day you plummet to your death

or will you glide and climb

or will you give up and always wonder why

AN: its not a lot of words BUT i made it short sentences and put a new line after each one soooo.... take that medea essay(an essay im avoiding writing for school comparing the play to a tv show about people murdering and hiding it and its weird idrk i just want a good grade)