I’m still here, but I’m not me. I’m buried under the tides seeking a time when I felt more alive. I’m seeking a time of simplicity & contentment which had fallen to the end of the ocean during unspoken times. I can’t stay on the bottom forever. At some point I will have to come up for air. Maybe when I come back to shore I will bring bright corals & tell of sea horses & mermaids in a land you’ll never know. But it’s getting dark & lonely down here now. Would you mind lifting the world off my shoulders so I can catch my breath?