Saturday, 19 December 2009

Head's splitting into pieces as I weave the right words together. Is this how it feels whenever one dives deep within the innermost confines of one's soul?

I'm deep.
Pitch black.
Where are my hands?
I'm lost.
Im scared.
I'm drowning.

But I'm not there yet.
Need... to go .. deeper,
I told myself.

And you know what marmamook, every time I feel like turning back, I always see her. The girl I've been telling you about - the beautiful marmaid. Then the same mysterious rush of oxygen through my tired lungs.

I'm a sea lion.
Renewed energy,
I'll keep diving.


Post a Comment