"My thoughts were so loud, i couldn't hear my mouth" - Andy Zhao

I'm surrounded by warm water. Swirling around me in a steady relaxing rhythm.

But alarmed, my heart begins to speed and I half whimper in the echoing dark. 

The lights dance from the bottom.

"Breathe my child," she says, "You are safe with me."

Climb higher to that impossible

The fantasy that you long so much for. 

But I wonder...what it's like to actually reach it.

What would the feeling be after struggling for an eternity against rapid waters that drag me down and down grappling the life out viciously? 

To be able to rise out and take the first breath of fresh air. Cool and cutting.

To be able to sigh with utter relief and relaxation after the despair, true bottomless and looming despair, ends.

To find the very thing that fills me up, not only my heart but the gaping hole in my mind as well.

What would the feeling be like when I finally reach the other side and feel my aching body finally slow down?
Relax.

Observe the shimmer of stars. 

Smile.

"Child. Why are you afraid?" she asks.
I whisper back but only the lights hear me.