Current mood:

I wish that I could hurl myself into a still body of water and let myself hit the bottom bed. I wanna look around and see all the mud and dirt swirl around me as it invites me to rest with them. I want to look at all the fallen logs, long forgotten in their slumber. I want to watch fish slowly creep back to fill the path which I fell, no longer seeing me as a threat. I want to lay in a cold spot, and feel the softness of the water on my hands as they slowly move to my side. Laying on my back, looking up at the disturbed water, watching my air bubbles make their way towards the surface. Like sunken treasure, I want to feel the compression of death.