I take to you like a fish to water not just in the sense that I was made for you, but more so, if I am anywhere else, I will only be able to breathe for as long as I have what remains of you on my skin, and I am going to fight my way back to you, and in trying to fight, I am going to breathe your protection to help me fight my best, but this means I breathe your protection too quickly, and the moment I have breathed all of your protection yet still am grasped in a predator’s hands, I am going to start choking and suffocating and my organs are going to shut down one by one, each increasing the likelihood that, even if I do make it back to you, I am never going to be the same, and even if I do make it back to you, I am going to be lesser than I used to be, and even if I do make it back to you, I might still not survive much longer than to be held in your safe hands for mere moments before you are forced to let me go, and if I don’t make it back to you at all, I am going to be dead.















