addiction

Spending all my time in the water,

the liquid, no longer just a part of my body, 

but also, my soul.

The euphoric feeling of being in water,

the noise of the ripples, 

ceaselessly moving my arms and legs,

travelling in my dark blue home, 

with shades of emerald glistening,

caressing my body. 

Escaping the thoughts in my head, 

dependent, 

so I don’t take the actions I want to. 

All this is fun,

but what if I stop?

What if I cease to move?

My latibule will be the reason of me gasping. 

Drowning, dying, 

from what I found oh so relaxing. 

Maybe my only friend,

was just another thing destroying me.

I’m running with weight on my legs,

and pressure on my body. 

Oh but I can’t stop,

for it helps me exist.