Water. I’m looking for some air. I can see the light over my head but it feels so far away. I’ve been swimming for such a long time and I need to get out of here. I’m in the deep dark water. And someone may ask why I’m here, but there is no time to ask, no time for me to answer. I can’t remember anything before this. I try to reach the surface. I need air. I NEED AIR. I scream. The last bubbles are dropping out of my mouth. No time left. No energy left. I’m the only one leaving. And now, free from all the hopes and dreams I can finally say that there has been no time in which I really got how much I needed to breath.
Fishes are passing by. They surround me, get under my dead body and bring me back up. First they parade me around. I get my moment of glory in front of the whole sea. Then they bring me up, where I belong. I was a spirit of the air and back to the same I go. Freeing my soul from the heaviness of water and earth. Now i can hover again. Pity to me, bound to a body so long. Now I can feel it, I’m in your lungs.