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 Nov 2013 Harold Bracy
Elise
Inhale. Let the oxygen fill your ribs, and permeate your bones. Exhale. Your breath is painting dreams of oceans deep below your eye lids. You are endless. Weightless. Suspended in colorless silence. Tiny echoes caress your palms yet none of them reach your ears. You are alone, but surrounded in blinding light. Moving is slow, effortless, underwater. Something has shifted in your mind, your eyes. The world you find yourself in seems fragile, one fast movement and the moment will be broken. Dissolved into a million tiny pieces of atmosphere. Feel that? It’s your heart beating, your life force, your veins just a road map of yourself. Stronger than ever, driven by the waves. You are floating in peace, you are whole. Such a small yet vital force of the universe.
Look at your hands, swirl your fingers around of you must. You can manipulate the currents and make the seas calm at your call. Let the water take you. It’s a delicate balance of time and eternity and you are spiraling down
                         down
                                   down
You are endless. Weightless. Suspended in colorless silence.
Softly, the tide brushes its lips against your cheek. You can feel nothing, but at the same time everything. Every tiny movement of the living, breathing ocean that has encased you in such echoing quiet. Focus, there are vibrations running up and down your spine, your own melody of existence.
Comfortably numb.

Let go.

Don’t be afraid,
Until you must once again, gasp for air.
Inhale. Exhale.

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