“Hold on tight…”

Find your peace
turn in sight
You’re the target
you’re the center
Find the key
lock the door
Close your eyes
for encore

Drop yourself
in the grass
Breathe the air
at last
Hold on tight
Don’t you fall down
Breathe the air
through the water…”

One of the most gorgeously sad songs I know…  The ebb and flow feels like waves, lapping at my feet under a moonlit sky, walking a beach…  Ebb and fade away…  I find myself dreaming of metaphorical drownings and know that I need a cleansing, a spiritual rebirth.  I need fins.  I need to sink into the depths, for resistance is futile in tsunamis of this magnitude.

I need to breathe under these murky waters…

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