I wrote this a long time ago, found it in an old notebook.

I've woken myself up drowning 1000 times, but its you I'm trying to save. Water rises, rithing around me. Constricting but so free. Snow blind. Salt bite eyes, closed tight. Seconds like minutes, minutes like hours. I stirke out. The tyres spin in the mud. Drift wood helpless in the waves.

Your two strong arms lift me.

It's you I will live for. To make the same mistakes as you, and worst. Make the connections you would of made, if you'd just had the time. This will be my way to maintain a peice of you in this world.

All we are is driftwood in the shallows, waiting for that rip to drag us out for the next set. Lets hope it's a good one.