This Foggy Mornin..

Its blue, its cold, I’m wretched, and alone.
The knocking.. where is that from? Ah! My knees! No wait.. my teeth?
What lunacy drove me to the brink of this I have no idea, but I have come this far and I will not turn back.. I think..
No, it can be done, it has been done, it will be done. Now.
And so I fill my lungs with air, and leap through the wind. As my arms slice through the water, my breath gushes out and I wonder if I will ever get used to swimming at daybreak.