Seasonal Affective Disorder

January 23, 2017

The sound of silence,

beneath the surface,

under the snow,

where the dream seeds grow.


Swimming with whales,

and jellyfish too. 


Heart pumping to a different rhythm. 


The slow,



of eggshells breaking open on beach sand,

and ancient turtles returning from foreign lands.


You'll find me here.


I am home,

I am still,

I am submerged.


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