Friday, March 11
it's got to the stage where it gets really scary. hypothetically it's getting to the deepest end of the water, where i either keep swimming or drown. cramps or no cramps.
it's got to the point where i look back and the shore is out of sight. where my legs are fatigued and my chest is closing in. i can hardly breathe. yet there's no turning back. just keep swimming.
it's not that i'm fatigued. not by any measure. i'm loving every moment out there. even if every passing second it gets deeper, till my feet can barely touch the seabed anymore.
enter the sharks. indefinite number of them i am up against. impossible to see where they lurk. i've heard enough of these creatures, but there's nothing i can do to prevent myself from being defeated out at sea.
i will keep swimming. and maybe one day i will reach where i set out to go.