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,

steady, 

crackle, 

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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