Again

Here I am again, lost and twirling. Weird. You twirl when you’re lost? My mind would be racing truly. again? Because the last time it raced I ended up at the bottom of the pool, attempting to hold my breath longer than my friends. Again? It’s quiet. Peaceful, she raced her way through the beating of my hearts beat drumming, that’s all you hear under water. Your body calls and you listen. Like a current struck by lightning, in this case your pulse is the lightning, traveling through every splash of my high morning tides. Careful now, she’s rampant in the morning. Again? Oh . Again.