underwater love

drown myself. Getting to the start. First step is to forget. The water makes me forget, so that I can start to remember the things I've known from the origin. Long before there were a thing called thought. No particular sound. Just recognizing the moves. Thank you. Silence. only the sonic of your body in the struggle wanting to breath right next to me. Body don't bother me with your needs. Give into it. I just want to be here. Giving into the sea. Defeating me while the waves are running through my body. Why I feel so alive at the edge? Routines make me forget about the gift of living. Every drop knows so much more than I could ever even touch with my mind. I sink to the bottom of the sea. Don't fight it - feel it. Are you stumbling in my footsteps or are you with me here in Davy's Jones locker?