Black water

It's so easy to sink in loneliness
Let go of everything
that keeps you on the surface
and submerge in the water that is so eerily silent
it suppresses your feelings

You can just exist
Or cease to exist

After sinking in the loneliness
all the sounds seem to resonate kilometers away
Just like you would hear everything through thick water

The journey to the surface would take half a lifetime
and you are not sure
if you have so much time left

The light which penetrates through the cloudy layer
is even at its best only a vague glimpse
of a possible future
It will remind you of
what you could be
how you could be
who you could be

When you have floated
in the middle of the black water
long enough
toying with the idea of staying there
you may realize that it is not loneliness
It is isolation

Without noticing you have sunk deeper
into the small pond
which within days grows into a sea

On one hand it would be easy to try
to swim to the surface
and try to find all the small streams that lead out
Let them take you away
so life could start streaming on your skin again

On the other hand it would be easy to sink deeper
let it just be and forget

Although people
who hover over you as gray clouds
don't see the beauty of the waves
you do not have to rise

If the black surging sea warms you
feeds you
let it take you