I'm here again. In the water.
I can't remember when I detached from the nothing. I can't remember how.
I don't need to question it.
The water is restless. I'm restless. I've never not been this way.
If I detached again, would I become the nothing once more?
I can travel this time. I run through currents, through fish, through rocks. I run until I can't anymore. I'm trapped.
Then I do detach.
And I'm drowning.
I can't reach the surface, something is dragging me down!
I call out but I suck in the water.
I choke on the water.
It fills inside me.
It hurts.
I can't see.
It's dark and cold.
I call out again, there's no air.
I can't breathe.
Help.
Help.
Help.