Deep Sea Diving

I feel a deep connection with water and how mutable it is, but I am also scared of it. I long to be a splash or a drop or a trickle.


Water is emotive and consumes my imagination

 I'm caught in a murderous storm in a small, creaking, fragile fishing boat, the cries and smacks as the water hits the jagged, fast approaching rocks, The frantic beams of a blinded lighthouse, the sky is dark blue with no stars, the sea is a tunnel, if you fall in seaweed will wrap around you and drag you in.

I can instantly transport myself  to a daydream of pink sands and warm sparkling pools, I can't hear anything but the water against me, hazy and iridescent, no human exists except me. The sun is almost too hot, palm trees bend to fan me with gentle cool breezes and animals wander to share the gifts with me, they don't bother me and I don't bother them, we harmoniously co-exist with no expectations.

The only thing holding these mental images together is the water, initially in the nightmare it is the source of my fear but in the dream it is the only reason to exist there.