My mind is an ocean.
It's filled with many creatures
And contains depths that even
I fear to explore. When tsunamis
Crash and I am engulfed in
Fantasies only I can know,
Nothing stops the muscles of
My mouth from contorting upward
Lips ripping apart, bearing teeth-
An event that does not occur often
Once surfaced, the fear of
Choking prevents it. But,
Surrounded by a watery haven
Beyond this world, I barely
Breathe; it's a different sort of
Breath that escapes me, not
One that leaves the gasping, throat-
Tearing dryness. One of a kind of heart-fluttering
sensation one gets once in love, or the
Light, weightlessness of peace
After a long, trying adventure.
I long for this feeling.
When I can't breathe, I live.
I'm awake while dreaming,
Conscience of the world but
Unconscience of the events.

When forced to the surface by
The taunting sharks and the
Nurturing Orca, the once
Borderless, limitless area is
Surrounded by white walls, slowly
Stepping toward the center.
What happens to the water,
I can never tell.

My lungs burn against the
Dry air. My feet bruise and bleed,
Sensitive to the ground of realism.
I yearn to go back,
To flood my world and feel
The grace of dancing
French ballets in the coolingly warm
Ocean water, bobbing and twisting
Gently in the waves
That turn in time with
The beating of my heart.