I tell you of the time I almost drowned in the sea, because I wanted to know the taste of salt and ocean freedom. I was young, foolish and curious; a combination that invited disaster merely by existing in the same spheres of thought. The ocean was warm that day, although I thought it would be icy cold. I swam out against the tide and current, closed my eyes and let the murky turquoise waves wash over me; then darkness. Even in the midst of my suffocation, the loosening grip of this world never scared me, only calmed me. I wondered how it would be like to sink to the bottom and find serenity, peace and tranquility, away from the glaring rays of the sun and the fears that remained on the surface.

I lived to tell the tale of course,
but I never forgot how the sea gave me death and life all at once.

You laugh, and say you're very glad I'm still alive.
I smile in return, because I am too; to be able to meet you.

-

I never tell you how you are now the ocean for me.

(A.H.Z)

i wanted to touch you--
but not just your hand.

and not just touch.

Its 7:30am
She's still in my bed
I don't know this woman
She has become a stranger
though she used to be
someone more profound
The sunlight hits
her face and
I'm reminded of who
she once was
She really is beautiful
but beyond that
I don't know her
I'm tired, worn out
sick of waiting
for the day
she turns to me
and tells me that
she is back
from the abyss
of her
depression