At first touch
The water is freezing.
A scream from your arm
And you draw it away.
But let yourself sink
Let it slowly engulf you
And pain gives way
To a floating sensation,
An empty, weightless feeling
As you drift away.
The water is fine.
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
At first touch
The water is freezing.
A scream from your arm
And you draw it away.
But let yourself sink
Let it slowly engulf you
And pain gives way
To a floating sensation,
An empty, weightless feeling
As you drift away.
The water is fine.