Blue. That's all I see.
Bubbles floating beneath me.
Pushing me back and forth.
Leading me away from the north.
Light. I see very little.
Although I can see it, it is very brittle.
One wrong move and it could all go.
It moves with me and the waters flow.
Air. Is becoming thin.
When I'm submerged I'm as light as a pin.
Oxygen is hard to find.
When the waves are being unkind
