Deep

There are people like us who will leave without traces: a shadow passing the untrained eye. Look up there! Yes, I think you know what I mean. Do not be afraid of your own reflection. No it isn't, it is you. The fishes are wide eyed wondering what you are thinking, lying in here naked. The shells are crowning you now, oysters, mussels, sea cucumbers and a red anemone at your navel. An intrusion to the corallic world. There your body up there in a battered boat called love and life and living and loving and other things. hahahaha....yes it is a mystery how that boat with a hole could not sink but you did. Can you hear me? Sound travels faster in water so I heard. Deep down there I can hear you but I am saddened by you and your constant effort to escape this calling, these lines.