We are on the beach.
You, me, they.
They are here too, but they don’t matter.
It’s not summer but you smell sunny anyway.
And i had been so washed out that the salt and the sea feel alive.
We are on the beach and you say let’s go for a swim.
And i never learned to swim, but i follow.
We get in the water.
(What if we never leave?)
I’m in your arms. (How did i got here?)
I can’t swim, and the sea starts to feel scary again.
Still something tells me to stay. Your voice. The way hugging you feels like reaching a place.
We get deeper in.
Water all around, i close my eyes.
I can’t feel the bottom at my feet anymore.
Why am i doing this again? I can’t swim! I almost drowned before!
“This is not gonna end well” is the last thought i have as the water pulls us further in,
and i hold on to your back for dear life.