Time was no longer of any importance. I had lost focus on the pulse of time, the breath of time, the continuity, the music of life. With the key still in my hand I unlocked the weights attached to my feet weighing me down the way my feelings did, the way I felt the world had. Like Atlas, burdened by the weight of the world eternally on his shoulders although, unlike him, I lacked the godly strength to continue any longer.
As I stood up with key in hand I slung back my arm, closed my eyes and as I was about to thrust my arm forward and make a wish I suddenly stopped. A wish, was not a guarantee. I paused, inhaled and as I threw with all my might, I made a promise to myself and dove into the water. Entering first with my fingertips, then my head, my heart, my reproductive organs, and my feet. What had propelled me was the opposite and by the time I entered it was too late for me to see where the key had landed and too late to hear it enter the water. I was relieved. In the one place I physically couldn’t breathe, I finally could. I was free. I had been released and instead of letting the water imprison me, I let it surround me.