First comes crying, then sitting, then crawling.
Next comes, walking, talking, whining, and running.
In my case first comes floating.
Drifting away in a desolate ocean, flowing astray from the world’s gates,
floating away from home.
Alienated with a hole where my whole was.
Next comes doggy paddling,
Completely drained of all energy,
yet still able to make tiny strides of effort.
Attempts to push against the current that keeps me in my current.
Soon after I learn how to maneuver under water.
Feel like a sea otter as I push through this deep water,
although I can only see water, I’m moving forward.
In which direction?
I don’t know..
All I know is that I’m slowly swimming.