I can’t be sure if the end is inevitable, but it’s anticipated.
That fear alone ties my insides together into impenetrable knots.
Visceral emotions, sinking, just like I am sinking into you.
Everything is quick sand.
But for all that, I can guarantee that it will touch my skin with such effortless sentiment.
Waves of satin and folds of silk.
Surround me, embrace me, fill me.
It is all or nothing.
The knots of anxiety and doubt are conquered by the comfort the water brings each time it touches my skin.
The fear cannot hold me back from diving in, drinking it in, breathing it in.
Let it fill my lungs.
It would be a bitter sweet destruction.
For drowning in this...
For drowning in you,
Is the best downfall I could dream of.
