It started with colors

Blues, greys, green,

aquamarine

And it’s not always clear

What’s up or down

But kelp orients us back to

The light

Curiosity takes us deeper

But as we descend

Clarity ends

A blue world on top

Instead of green below

Adding weight

Building pressure

Our bodies say no

There’s nowhere to go

But down

There’s nowhere else to explore

When you never feel right

Deep ...

The flow of the world on my skin cooling the essence of my soul with undying

flashes of

Blue movements twisting into

visions of lives.

thrown to the abyssal plain to give

meaning

to true oblation as we fall deep within the ribs of the world.

screaming upon horizons.

cold lights.

beaming the sensation of salt and blood on the...

I transformed for the first time that night, stepping my cold feet on the wet shores of the Mediterranean, my footsteps leaving marks that lasted only moments before the slow wave wiped them away. The moon was bright that night, not a full moon, but bright enough that I could see where I was going without any light present. I didn’t know what to expect, stepping into this new world, following my i...

(Nixie’s pov)

I swam across the depths of the ocean as fish if every color swam around me. I stopped for a while feeling their living essence. The thrum of the ocean felt like music all around me.

“Nixie, it’s time for dinner!” Called my Mom from our house made of shell bricks and seaweed. I went inside our house. Breathing in the sweet smell of my Mom’s sweet loaf I looked around. Everything w...

As I drift onto the sea

I’m as scared as I can be

On the medium sized boat

And it’s on its way to float

I see a big octopus staring

And I finally tell I’m very daring

It slowly swims away

As I slowly drift away

I land on an island full of trees

As well as the sound of buzzing bees

I go to a coconut tree

And start drinking the water

I don’t know how I’m going to eat

But that’ll be a challenge fo...

Deep dark shadows

Silence in the depth

Sunken in the hallows

Stillness at rest

Smell of stale air

Skin covered from cold

Deep down nowhere

Nothingness were told...

Writhing beneath the gentle current floats the great Sockeye salmon. She has begun the arduous trek toward her home-waters, the smell of familiar gravel and streams guiding her wayward journey. The scales on her body begin shifting color, sensitive to the touch. Here where the rivers meet the sea, the water remains murky, severely limiting her vision. However she is strong and healthy, and relies ...

Did you know,

That we don’t have a sense for water?

We can only tell by the temperature shift or the change in pressure.

Or the fact that it would burn in our lungs.

But we need water, right?

We need water just like oxygen to survive.

But suddenly when you’re surrounded by it,

When it’s consumed everything and everyone,

It’ll kill you.

That’s a metaphor for a lot of things, isn’t it?

Being healt...

I was floating yet I was falling.

Because there was water in my bones.

Darkness surrounded me and my eyes burned.

Because there was water in my eyes.

The silence of the ocean was deafening.

Because there was water in my mind.

Pressure weighed on my chest.

Because there was water in my lungs.

I was drowning.

Because there was water in my soul....

You will never know true helplessness, unless you’ve drowned.

The water burns the path it seeps down, mixing with the blood of something foreign.

Every inch of you is awake, begging for impossible salvation.

Even from the ones who hold your head in the water.

The only sound beside your unintelligible gurgles, is the thrashing of your desperate self.

And even that will stop too.

Because the worst p...