intimacy, singularities

the water washes away / the plane. that grinds on--TRANSCRIPT:i feel more myself, in the watermy body is less of a burden, down herethere's space to breathe(ironically)there's a kind of suspension you get- not just floating, that's easy, and most people get that. this is... something different. a separation of physical form and mind that transcends anything you could experience on land. it's not quite dissociation, but- thats also not a terrible way to describe it.i don't know. it's soothing.i've been a lifeguard since i was old enough to take the licensing exam. been in the water for long before that. i can't remember when i learned to swim. it feels like a memory ago. like someone else's dream.[inhale, exhale]i am centering myselfwhatever that means in this day and agei don't knowthe world is- and, i don't just mean can be i mean is- such a confusing, chaotic thing. i want to nurture it, have it feed me in turn, but i can't even take care of this body properly. and to even think of fixing that seems like some other me's problem. it's a very selfish view of the world, and i cling to it like air.here, for the moment, i will just sit hereand enjoy not having a shape. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.