The Waters Underneath
It won’t be long before I try to reach the bottomless pit of the ocean once again.
The plunge was cold. All I could see was the blue hues changing. The temperatures shifted. Little by little, I couldn’t feel the heat of the sun. Not anymore. And not this deep. It was replaced with the coldness of the water, embracing me, and taunting me to seek its secrets if I dared. And so, I did. The heat dropped further, and the deeper I got, the colors began to fade. The corals changed. The fish disappeared. I closed my eyes, letting myself be sunk deeper into its sirenic lull.
But then, they had to pull me up. The urge to breathe came. The need for sunlight came about. I went up. And the sun embraced me despite the coolness of the water. Oxygen engulfed my lungs after trying to hold them in for God knows how long. And my body, grateful for the familiarity of the heat and of the air, knew it won’t be long before I try to reach for the bottomless pit of the ocean once again.
Because I found a different kind of peace in the waters underneath. I found serenity with the creatures who glided in peace. I found tranquility in the waters; one I know I won’t be able to find for in the land I call my home. In the oceans, I was free. I was ultimately abandoning the demons I’ve permitted to stay in my mind. The waters loosened my chains, and they’ve helped me chase my dreams in wild abandonment.
