Don't you love how Florence depicts love? I love how she compares it to drowning. The thought of drowning is one that frightens me, and many other people but she makes it sound so romanctic.
Standing on the shore, it comes and softly swirls around your feet. Small tickles on your toes. You love the feeling. You find yourself wading in, deeper and deeper. You're so taken by it all. You get swept up in the current that is "love". It takes you along, the water is warm. It washes you out, away from the safety of the shore, you float on without a care. You cant see anything wrong with this scene. This is everything you ever wanted. You're floating on the might of something so large, something so magnificent, what could go wrong? The waves start to rise, you dont take any notice. The sky begins to darken, the water starts to grow colder. The waves, they rise. Your body, it starts to be moved around. There is no need to be alarmed, this is what you've always wanted. You begin to swim, hoping to find the calm. You start to tread water, things will come right. The waves, they frighten you. What was once a calm ocean has changed. What happened to it? It will consume you. The waves that wash over you, they tire you. You have been taken out. You are left stranded. The water pulls you down, your limbs too tired to fight. You have come to it now. You have met your end. The water takes you down, Love fills your lungs. The silent killer remains, idyllic on the surface. That's what the water gave me...
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