I fear failure is in my bones. The mounting pressure of expectation leaves me washed adrift.

Dragged out by my own neurosis and unable to gain proper perspective. My past lands shrinking into my experience.

A goodbye to the known. Who knows what’s in these waters. I am paralyzed by the thought.

Love is a life raft. Though, I’d rather learn to swim. To float.

Fear is a payload tied to my ankle. Drag me down to the depths. I am tired to fighting.