my thoughts drift like ships in the night, looking for light on a rough path.
my eyes wade just below, looking for thoughts to guide them back home.
my nose breathes everything in for retrospection on experience.
my lips scream for help as I kiss the cold water; all is panicked.
after all, this wouldn't be a problem if I wouldn't have jumped, but the darkness just seemed so different and I wanted to grasp it.

(j.a.r.)