You know how it feels to drown?
Well, I don't.
I know how it feels to feel like you're dying from drowning, but I don't know how it's like to drown.
According to Wikipedia, "drowning is death as caused by suffocation when a liquid causes interruption of the body's absorption of oxygen from the air leading to asphyxia." I believe, in drowning, there should be some struggling involved.
My experience with drowning was rather, smooth. I was pushed into the deep end of the swimming pool and I sank to the bottom. I managed to keep whatever breath I had left in me and I sat on the floor of the swimming pool. My legs crossed, my body rigid and my mind blank.
They say your life flashes before your eyes when you're about to die.
Mine didn't.
Maybe I was still too young to remember any bits of my life, maybe I didn't have a life, or maybe, maybe I just knew I wasn't going to die.
The logical person would push herself off the floor and try to swim. I guess I wasn't very logical. I sat there and I waited instead.
I waited for someone to save me and no one came. They were probably hoping I'd save myself. After all, that's why they pushed me in the first place.
Soon enough, my dad came. My brothers were scolded for doing what they did.
They tried to get me to swim. To at least fight for my life. I didn't.
My dad made sure I was okay, but I wish he didn't have to. Little did I know that I'd need people to save me time and time again.
I was very young, very small and very scared.
But I wish I had tried a little harder.
I never learned how to swim after that.
Now there's a glimmer of regret.
What am I good for again?
xxx
Teva :(
I need you.
Well, I don't.
I know how it feels to feel like you're dying from drowning, but I don't know how it's like to drown.
According to Wikipedia, "drowning is death as caused by suffocation when a liquid causes interruption of the body's absorption of oxygen from the air leading to asphyxia." I believe, in drowning, there should be some struggling involved.
My experience with drowning was rather, smooth. I was pushed into the deep end of the swimming pool and I sank to the bottom. I managed to keep whatever breath I had left in me and I sat on the floor of the swimming pool. My legs crossed, my body rigid and my mind blank.
They say your life flashes before your eyes when you're about to die.
Mine didn't.
Maybe I was still too young to remember any bits of my life, maybe I didn't have a life, or maybe, maybe I just knew I wasn't going to die.
The logical person would push herself off the floor and try to swim. I guess I wasn't very logical. I sat there and I waited instead.
I waited for someone to save me and no one came. They were probably hoping I'd save myself. After all, that's why they pushed me in the first place.
Soon enough, my dad came. My brothers were scolded for doing what they did.
They tried to get me to swim. To at least fight for my life. I didn't.
My dad made sure I was okay, but I wish he didn't have to. Little did I know that I'd need people to save me time and time again.
I was very young, very small and very scared.
But I wish I had tried a little harder.
I never learned how to swim after that.
Now there's a glimmer of regret.
What am I good for again?
xxx
Teva :(
I need you.
xox, trish
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