Over my head and down my throat, drowning am I in an ocean of my own creation.

The pounding of my heart, like war drums in my ears. Breaths greedily withheld refuse to be contained; they release in floods of gleaming lights and shapes that both captivate and blind me. I stay here, suspended, mesmerized by my essence as it rises above me. Cold fingers reach out and grope for the life being lost.
Lost.

I feel so very lost at this moment. My body sinks lower into darkness, and the night entwines itself around my ankles. I still stare towards the glittering lights I tried to hide away, now so vulnerable and free. So unobtainable.

How did I ever think I could keep them?