Drowning

I think I'm that.

I know how to swim. I land in troubled waters, and I struggle. I panic. I flap my limbs around trying to get to something, anything, and I panic. I grab onto something. A plank. Some more planks. Eventually, I hold out long enough to chance upon a lifejacket. I hold on to them for my dear life, and the waters still.

I hold on to them still, I hold on so tightly.

Then the waters rise in havoc again. I lose the planks. I clutch onto the lifejacket so tightly as I get embroiled in the mess, and now I don't know what will become of me; if I'll be as lucky this time.

Problem isn't if I survive. What's bad is, throughout it all, I forgot that I know how to swim. And the pressing problem now is: I can't remember.


/edit: Now listening to Nell. They're good. Or he. Idk which.