not that long ago i went and floated in a big pool, easing out my mind. i must have been weary about something. the feeling of physical exertion and the lapping swaying whirling. the gentle swashing swirling gurgling. being and expanding and not being and distending. just floating.
waking up and walking in the toasty sunlight after that, i remember very clearly walking past a very pretty girl. i think we had a small look, and that was about it. i think she smoothed her hair and tucked it behind her ear. in my mind she smiled and i probably looked quizzical.
after that i had this steadfast feeling that life wouldn't pass me by.
tonight as i treaded out of the office, i looked up at the wan night sky and smelled the arid, breezeless darkness and i thought to myself, oh, what i wouldn't give to feel alive again.
