Submerged. The ripple and glow catch your view. The sound is all gone, except you. Your silence is long overdue. As you creep to inside of the blue. You wait for a time, underneath. While lungs scream for air, you recede. This feeling is truly a need. To move on and surface, it’s key. You push to the top, and ascend. And flourish, breath, and amend. The Flow is the rule, in the end. Above, when you surface,begin.