EvitableConflict

I love the feeling of propelling myself vertically from the bottom of the ocean to just below the surface of the water. Even though I'm not really breathing yet, I feel like I am. The feeling of breathing, without taking a breath. A first, euphotic breath; in a place where the sunlight bleeds and reflects. It is the breaking into consciousness without waking. I am dreaming still, but it's all pellucid. Yet, my mind returns to the ocean floor. Knowing that it's not the limit. That something is hidden deeper, an unfathomable distance beneath the incandescent surface. Waking life has been—however beautiful—shallow. Thoughts have bee