Source: how-you-die
One full, final breath at the surface before I turn my face to the ocean’s floor. Past the depth markers, past the safety divers, past the sunlight, I will surrender to the weight of the water and the weight of the Earth. In the blue-black depths, when all colors have been squeezed from the rainbow and my lungs are the size of baseballs, warm darkness will creep past my wetsuit and into my soul. A small trail of bubbles will bring my last words to the surface and the sun.
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