My head swims
To unchartered territories
I have no foothold, the void endless
I barely keep my chin above the surface of the familiar… but the only way out is under.
To have my lungs infiltrated, flooded with passionate confusion and uncertainty.
If I breathe that in I may never again resurface.
I may not want to.
Just allow the waters to consume me.
Belonging many leagues under the sea.
Illumination for the creature that lies there in wait, paining to see the light.
Evolution into one.