Think.

when everything becomes angry blurs and conflicting thoughts and hot, restrained tears, i don't think anyone really knows how to help.

it's like i am drowning and they are three feet away, screaming, "learn how to swim".

but i can't, i don't know how, i don't know how, please help me

it gets harder to breathe and sense does not exist and oh God, make it stop make it stop.

oh.

oh, it's you again.

"what's wrong?"

"i don't know"

"there has to be a reason. something, anything. come on, you can tell me."

i don't know a lot of things.

i don't know how far our moon is from jupiter or if it really rains sideways on venus. i don't know if the stars we wish upon are truly dead or if all let downs are simply sad rumours spread by envious pessimists. i do not know where do all lost things go.

but what i do know, is that the sound of your voice is the only thing that helps me stay afloat amongst the waves of chlorine.

you do not have to say much. most of the time you say nothing at all.

but the sound of your breathing and your quiet, reassuring speech, does more wonders than any of my hiding places ever could.

perhaps it is coincidence, and perhaps one day you will not be the only one who knows how to tame my mind.

but i do not believe in coincidences. and it has been only five minutes and already my tears have stopped and the small crackle of static that connects the both of us is filled with the sound of my laughter.

"then it's fate"

...

if you say so(~).