Be In the Flow

To see, and not believe.

To see, and to believe.

To believe, and not to see.

To believe, and to see.


Such is life, drifted away by its currents.

Passive, peaceful, no struggle in sight.

Until reality comes knocking.

You have not touched ground in days.

The panic sets in.

Curiously as a slow, insidious release of Adrenaline.

Not the gripping, cold fear you would expect.

It is a steady rise in heart rate

A cooling of your touch

A gradual shallowing of your breath.

An anxiety attack,

but not as you know it.

You maintain still posture,

lying on the surface in dread and fear.

Fear of living.

Fear of dying.





You decide to struggle.