A mind of the confused.

some day i hope to write a book. parts of it will be fact, some will be fiction. this is a fictional passage.

The air was full of wind. moving trees and causing the grass to dance. It smelled of fall. there were clouds above my head, full and white. lining with grey. They appeared sad. as if they knew what was about to take place. almost like my mind was read. I glanced at the water. shimmering and staring blankly at me. Inviting, but almost sad. first step. sent chills throughout my body. second step. the breeze flew through my hair, making every strand feel like it wanted to to pull me away. third step, 5th, then finally, i was to my neck. the cold air whisked across my face. and the water was bitter and felt colder than before. but i continued to sink. almost like it was quicksand, and i could no longer get away. i could feel a warm tear glide across my face. ive heard scenes run through your head when this time comes. a sense of euphoria. and the scenes started. every place ive been. every hand ive held. every person ive kissed. every smile i gave. these memories shot through me like a jolt of lightning. and then i descended. i was beneath the water. it was peaceful. nobody could hear me think. hear me cry. i wanted to stay there forever. my organs began to tense. letting me know this was not supposed to be happening. but my mind took over. and reassured. i just let go. i sank. i let the water infiltrate my lungs. thinking this was really about to happen. but im guessing this wasnt my time. i heard a shout from above the water. here i go, back to reality. im released. back into the world of real. and my moms calling me in for dinner. such a sad thing. she thought i was helplessly swimming. just relaxing. little did she know i was about to be in the next life. or wherever you are supposed to be after death, in about 3 more minutes underneath that water.