I like that I'm an octopus. What words could possibly describe the feeling I get while traversing the seething emerald waves? How would I explain what it feels like to have twelve tentacles individually part oncoming currents? When I relax my body while picturing her face, I gently float up to the surface. That's my elegant exit plan; one I'll make whilest I'm still happy. It's getting harder to breathe now. Goodbye. Take care.