When I feel like I’m drowning no matter how much I struggle to get out of the water, how fast I move and pace my feet and hands cause the waves still hit me in the back of my head and break me, I just close my eyes.
How did I get there? I was born in the water. Its level was always over my waist. I knew how to swim before I learnt how to walk, before any stretching or intention of a hug was even necessary. Hence, I’ve always held my head high, a misinterpreted sign of arrogance, neck leaned back breathing through my nose. Continuă să citești →