This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Wake Forest chapter.
Most days, it feels like water is falling from everywhere and everyone
feels like water is stripping the senses, so I can’t hear you talking anymore, or anywhere
water making my eyes blur and sting making it so I can’t see you anymore.
Rushing to my lungs, crushing and filling them with water–
water and gravity and my heartbeat teaming up to form a trio I cannot possibly float above