It is liberating.. I can feel the water drawing me in, entering my lungs and clearing my breath. The voices in my head, the screaming and the dreaming.. It all comes to silence. This is liberating, letting go and not moving a muscle, not trying to resurface. Watching the sunlight scattering all over me like a million falling stars. I can hear some people mumbling around the lake, some shadows. But I’m smiling, I’m letting go. I feel comfortable, it feels like a mother’s womb. Warm, holding me close, washing away all my pain. I can’t breathe no more but look at those tiny bubbles, they’re my life.. I’ll give it all away and what not, to stop these voices inside my head. Look, a tear running down my cheek, it feels warm and peaceful. Should I resurface or let go? I feel like I’m drowning and it’s kinda beautiful…
On a moonlit night, listening to stories untold…
Or a warm summer morning, like melted gold..
The rusty old shoes, the same necklace of pearls..
The same old songs and her hair in perfect curls..
In the deafening peace of a snowy winter night..
The clock ticked louder, reminding of it’s might..
But everything at the sea was forever changing..
Change is life, thus the old man loved kayaking..