Bubbles.

Looking up through the water I see the last of the air bubbles rise to the surface escaping fully away from me. I have always been afraid of dying, but Im not scared anymore, Im peaceful and just awaiting the darkness. I watch the water hug my body filling every space, stealing the little air I have held onto and filling my lungs throat and mouth. My eyes become sore but Im enjoying looking up at my orange scarf dancing above me, past the scarf I can see the night sky through the distortion of water, the stars are flickering in and out of my vision, winking at me, beckoning me to join them. Soon. I cant help but wander who will find me, and when. Will I be here hours? Days? I hope not too long, I dont want to be unrecogniseable, or worse, human jam. I feel my lungs begin to burn and my head start to spin. This is it. The last of my minutes living spent watching the beauty of my death. I am no longer afraid of death and I will let it guide me to eternal infinity.