@Julsijuls 24 October 2021 more from that month

[ a prose by Julsijuls ] Sometimes I feel like I live underwater. The cold embracing me wholly, but the touch wouldn't make me shiver, nor would my lips tremble. It's more like comfort, numbing comfort. To be held and swayed and to be hidden. But I am afraid to breathe, and die, and choke on the feeling which have I started to love. And so I held my breath, for so so long until breathing is no longer a part of me. Until death and I became one, but living is still what keeps me from submerging down the ocean floor. It's life that keeps me away from being forgotten. But I am dead as well. Just, barely there. Image from Pinterest.com