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
