I thought only death would be so peaceful
My ears are useless, muffled, and deaf
I don’t breath now, lungs stopped, idol
My heart slows, relaxing under increased pressure
Sight is all that remains
And that an opaque vision of color and life
I can’t stay here, not and live
This momentary peace must yield
To the screams of my lungs and flesh
So I head toward the surface
To the world of air breathing creatures
And over stimulated demands
Note: On free diving in the Atlantic near Bermuda.
I was wondering who you were and how you happened onto my blog! I just figured you ventured over from Michele's. I guess I was half-right.
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Mike
Brilliant writing, Kim. And I'm diggin' the b&w tree landscape on your header. Very disturbing but in a good thought-provoking way. You know if you ever get tired of deep thoughts, you can go to my blog and read about cats. (Because what else really matters in life?)
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