You run up and jump in The cold water invites you in and swallows you whole The shock of the iciness takes your breath away Your weight drags you farther and farther into its depths Panic and fear hits you as your lungs cry for relief You try fighting your way to the top The moment you reach the surface you take in a huge breath of fresh air You drink it down, because for a moment you thought you never would again And perhaps that's what you wanted for a moment or two But the wanting of fresh air out weighed the darkness. This time.
After laying in bed all day giving into the depression wave, I finally saw a window out and took a deep breath. I feel like I always need to be able to explain how I feel while I'm in one of these moods, and cliff jumping without the amazing thrills, seems to be a good description. I sat up in bed and took a deep breath, and felt relief