Deep breath, in to ten one-thousands, hold for two counts, out ten one thousands.
Hold for two counts.

It is not possible to die holding your breath.
Your body will just give up on the amount of self control you’ll need after you start feeling light headed.
I would like to feel light headed.

I wonder what it feels like to drown- usually it looks rather peaceful. Perhaps it’s the double effect of being both unconscious and drowning.

The greenest thing a person can do it become part of the environment.
If you die drowning and get nibbled away by fish floating in a large blue expanse, is that still “being green”?

You will always have worth. Dead or alive. Dead the critters will feed on you.
Reincarnation may not exist but your nutrients will probably end up as (part of) some other creature eventually. Sometimes that feels close enough.

I wonder how many others make up the body of the person I am.
I wonder how many are in a bouquet of flowers.
What about a field?

I am a flower killer; they should be kept away from flowers.
Perhaps eventually I will become a whole patch of flowers?

She-loves-me, she-loves-me-not; she once said her favourite flower is the Jasmine. How many Jasmines will I become when I die?
I am not a Jasmine killer, I don’t think; she once told me the more Jasmines you pluck, the more will grow back.

They don’t survive in the cold, though.
I am cold. Has the sea come back for me?
Perhaps I ought to hold my breath.