H2O

Drawing out the warmest, most isolated river for myself.

My swollen feet at the edge of the drain.

This at home ocean is so warm.

I start to think about life again.

Listening to her soulful letters to dear death.

My anxiety level drops..significantly.

Washed, with a feeling of renewal.

Start the drain with my feet still there.

Funny. Feels like it can pull my soul straight out of me.

I wish it could sometimes. Truly.

Do you ever feel this way?

I want to just be a shell on earth some days.

Without a care in the world.

Take life by the horns, no fear.

But I guess some dreams don’t come true.