"right now/i'm dying inside/and i don't ever wanna feel it again/and it's time/to make it alright/ because i wanna know how the story ends." -right now, Brooke Barretsmith
do you know why i hate swimming? when i was younger, I had a recurring dream/vision. I was in a pool. it was pool of desire. as i swam further into the darkness, i allowed myself to be chained down. eventually, i wanted to escape. i fought against the chains, but they wouldn't tear. foolishly, i'd swallowed the key. so, i drowned in my own desire. i awoke in a hospital bed. I couldn't  breath. I don't think anyone knew i was dead. i don't think anyone cared. then, he came. he gave me breath and he made me new. i am free. no longer do i drown; now, i walk on water. but, i can't go back. and i'm terrified of drowning. so, i hate swimming.
they say everything will be alright; if it's not alright, then it's not the end. but sometimes the end is eternity. always remember, love is patient.