بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

can recognize the swimmer when she swims, backstroke to breaststroke, taking it all in, relaxing every pore and opening, within the calm of an ocean enveloping, but don't forget oh beloved, that you must still come to the surface up, breath still necessity even though breathlessness looks a bit delicious on the chest when its falling and rising. every word i write, an anchor for your soul that it never lose its light, always able to stand even as life falls short of what we expect with human sight. can't say how He'll try you next, but one thing is for certain (iA): your heart sits side by side with mine at rest, so whenever it beats too fast, recall its neighbor is there, so yours can pump a little bit less.