4/09

I am more stressed than I think I am by that I mean I am overwhelmed and this isn’t a cry for help. I hate the examinations and

By that I mean I don’t care about my scores nor do I want to but the tap water is always cold when it rained in the morning. I can’t really breathe and

By that I don’t mean my oxygen tank is exhausted when I’m underwater I am not drowning. I am not drowning.

By that I mean that Teachers forget that drowning people struggle a lot but they only see me melting slowly therefore I am not in water.

By that I mean I am allergic to that suffocating pac-man game with people uninvited unfamiliar because I don’t have ghosts to kill them off.

By that, I think I mean that there’s waves lapping at my knees in breathless arcs and I am breathing deeply, wearied not from struggling too hard but having finished struggled, still feeling alive.