Rising

I've been happy for a long while, it's like I've been in a long dive and the water has been cushioning me.
I was very well distracted, well secluded from the outside world.
It's a prolonged moment of utter silence, where my own existence is encased and self-sustaining. 
I would whisper "It's ok. I'm safe. No one can hurt you here" almost infinitely.

The doors are shut.
The decibels flattened.

Then like a surge of current, it all came right back at me.
There's no severing to that part of me. 
I surfaced and there they all are...

Imagine all the cries, the echoes, the pleads.
Imagine them all taking a physical form, just standing still. Stares locked onto you. 
Imagine your helplessness as the eye contacts disables you and emotions poured through the window of the soul.
Imagine the suffocation, the overwhelming pressure of the air and the asphyxiation. 

Like vintage movie clips, you dash through all the death threatening glances.
A whisper into a murmur. Then softly spoken. And the anger intensifies, yelling would soon take place.





Head's back into water.
Where tears, an embodiment of your emotion would be immiscible with the surrounding water. 
So dense it would fall like it would in a medium of air. Yes, just like that. 
You composed yourself. Eventually this sanctuary would be an escape.
It's always an escape, its just that when you're neck deep into this addiction -
the lies, the deindividuation...
it becomes your sanctuary.