I was laying in bed and words started drifting through my mind of a poem. I should have sat up, and wrote it down. Anyhoo, I will sort of try to get the idea of it here and then continue work on the poem on paper.
The needing to feel lost
The wanting to only exist below the surface
No one notices your descent
No one feels your drifting away
It is like floating just below the surface of the water
Watching the reflections
In wonder, to feel free.
Well, that is a start for now. I know I forgot some. Who cares, really. Writing is to free yourself from yourself.