Kalena Fite

Past, present, future

my lungs become heavy while struggling to comprehend my new position underneath the surface....frustratingly flapping about among the monsters of the deep  longing for nothing but fins to carry me home. My home above the surface, my safe haven, my everything. “A warm embrace awaits my arrival, a room full of smiling faces and happy hearts.”momentarily I foolishly let myself believe that a home would be waiting for me....Land has nothing left to offer... Conclusive I cease movement, admiringly I watch myself drown into the darkness.




Alto