:: every pearl is a lynx ::
diving. submerging. encapsulating oxygen within my lungs. opening my eyes to a blurred landscape. putting into gentle motion each limb. floating, sinking, stopping.
all my life i've been fascinated by the feel of the breaking of water against my skin, as if it were a way of tenderly caressing a being that could never belong to the astounding beauty of water the surface wraps around every inch and engulfs this creature of a different nature. after that there's only the soothing numbness and the distorted whisper of an agitated heart; every movement brings forth memories of a time meant to be forgotten, every breath taken a remainder of the impossibility to dilute. the rhythmic flowing of blood throughout the veins, the barely perceptible pain of the stretching of the muscles, these heavy eyelids, this absent conscience.
coming in through my ears::Tea for one//Led Zeppelin