The currents blowing through my hair.
You don't know how much I am enjoying no one around to pretend they care.
The sky, blue mixng with pink and the sun in the background.
My favorite..this must be my lucky day.
The water hits my thighs.
Like a baby wanting to climb.
Wait, not just yet.
Let me take my last final breath in the memories I've always kept.
Whie remember how I almost drowned twice when I was younger.
Drowning in the neighborhood of this beach.
Far away from home, here is where I wanted to be.
This neighborhood I saw coming home from the beach, created a little dream of me.
It spoke to me.
And my mind was never able to leave it.
Home.
Where I was able to leave.
The water pulls me under, carrying my feet.
The baby has now gone inside of me.
The one I always dream.
The hands that led me to do everyting I could possibly do to save me.
Was the last thing to touch my air.
I can't swim.
Dedicated To: Recurrng depression and thoughts of suicide.
-The beautiful yet extremely sad drive home to queens from long island's Jones Beach.-
