Uncharted.

I am swimming in uncharted waters. The familiar shore at my back.

Stripped of my clothes… my costume. I don’t need it anymore – it no longer fits, anyway.

I leave it behind. I leave “me” behind.

Solemn. It’s easy to get attached to your “part”.

Familiarity can be worn like a blanket around you. Blankets can also suffocate.

I find it ironic that out here…although I am tired, although my lungs burn, I somehow breathe better – deeper – than I ever did onshore. I am more “me” than I ever was before.

I am swimming in uncharted waters. The familiar shore at my back. No going back.