Drifting away. Floating side by side, parallel. Encompassed all around me. On the surface. Aren't we all? Gasping for air. I'm holding my breath; my soul submerging by degrees. Sinking into the vastness of my being beyond. Choked up on disquietude. Where is the solace? Where did it go? Liquid desolation of no consolation, conquering my sockets. I'm heedlessly suspended between the sea and sky. Giving up. Rescue her before she drowns, is all I could ever want to hear.
(The gorgeous young lady in that photo was my Mum, back in the day. She generously agreed to let me use it after running short of fitting pictures to accompany this post. Interpret my thoughts, if you will.)
I'd like to think that we live in a kind of motion where our hands and feet are here to stay.' - Snakadaktal