There i stood. My first day to experience water. The reflection of my face into the body of water that waved back and fowards. That attracted me for a while, until my turn. My feet walking on top of bubbles in the slippery floor. I wasn't expecting something. But something was expecting me. Now that all cheers crawled through my ears, my legs couldn't stop shacking. Only physically i could look better. I hated the counting. It made me feel like the time was coming for an action. At the same time, i could hear the shivering cold inside my thin legs.
Flying was the fun part. Like a bird or a fish diving near the water. But all became an illusion. Under the sea, trying to look for a place to breath. Lost in the dark ocean. Surrounded by its spoils. Suddenly, there was speed running behind my back. I could imagine........a shark. The drops of fear falling down from my eyes, to my cheeks. Remembering land, i swamm up fast. When i reached it, i gasped a breath. i had come back.
 12boricua · Sat May 27, 2006 @ 03:23pm · 0 Comments |
