Drowning. I constantly feel like I’m drowning. Not in water, but in life occurrences. I am drowning in the words that come from my father’s mouth. I am drowning in the side glances from my brother. I am drowning in the texts of the one I love. I am drowning in the premonitions of my future, the thoughts of my peers, the light from the sun, and the cold breeze of the wind. Though I feel as if I am drowning, it is not quite a negative feeling. I am surrounded by these objects, lifting me, keeping me floating neuter too high or too low. It is keeping me in a spot that I want to be, that I need to be. I am within the blissful waters of my life. No chaos, no fear. Just content. I enjoy being here. It is relaxing, something I’m not quite used to these days. I am glad to be somewhere like this because this feeling is better than sinking so low, like I constantly was.