Breathe

 "I cannot breathe, until now." - that is what I like to say to a woman. I have been drowning. Forever. The dark of water. It is my only world and mine alone. When others talk, I only hear mumbles. So I close my eyes. To try to listen more closely. Still, only mumbles. My world rolls on. Under depth and depth of water. Sinking and sinking. I like to say, "You lift me, to a surface. Save me." It is more than gratitude. So I would want to do the same to you - save you. Do you want to take my hand to a higher place, to breathe in abundance, to see the world not only in darkness? A darkness that has been borrowed from the night, only less restful, and I know so well.

P.S.: This is my version of Prose Poetry. Will the brightness come to me, when the dark ink ends its trip across this white ocean?