Late at night when I'm trying to sleep I often picture myself curled up; and being cradled inside of a Chrysaora's bell.. From time to time I'd glance out at its tentacles drifting along with the oceans waters as it carries me along I eventually fall asleep, it holds me in my dreams. I'm dependent on Jellies they help me forget the bad things.
Pink and said to be mean Your tentacles tend to scare me You're often alone, are you lonely? Drymonema larsoni... don't worry We can be friends, just don't sting me..
Native to the Mediterranean, Caribbean, and The Gulf of Mexico.. Searching for Moon Jellies and feasting once they're found They wrap their tentacles around- them and drag them in What a cruel fate? you may think that but we do the same thing.
Bubbles float upwards in slow motion. Each one leaving behind all care and emotion. The deep blue surrounding me drowns out all sound, Spiraling like clouds floating all around. Only now do i see the beauty. It's long silky hair that floats in the sea. See through for them is attractive, Each movement, adaptive. They rule the sea with their looks, so uncanny. The jellyfish.. forgotten by many.