No Horizon

I wake up in the morning, throw on some shit, and head out the door to practice. It's dark. I swim for an hour, get out, dry off, and it's dark. I go through the silly motions that high school has become. I'm dark. I get back in the water, because any moment that my muscles are not burning with growth is a wasted moment. I swim and swim. Practice ends, and it's dark. The sun is a childhood friend who has moved to Dover and promises always to return, but for now, I must go without. The darkness washes over and through me, always reminding me of the sleep I long for. This is swim season-- and I've never been more in love with it.