Drowning

I drift weightlessly in a body of water that's so warm and comforting
as I hear my mothers voice.

Outside the world is cold and unpleasant,
but in here I can be and say anything.

I take a drink of red wine,
while my favorite song plays.

My heart soaks in the warm water,
and nearly stops as I reach a level of utopia
one reserved for those with a distaste for reality.

Right here,
this feeling,
reminds me of when I fell in love for the first time.

The warm blanket
on a cold winter night syndrome.

The smell of frost and snow,
cinnamon and peppermint.

It's my favorite part of the day,
when I can rinse my anxieties
sing, smile, and reflect on the coming days,
getting lost in an unsuccessful and scared mind.

These are the memories I will always take with me.

Even when all of those familiar faces are gone,
my loved one is departed,
my anxieties are cooled by the thought that death is near,
and my body no longer runs the same,
I'll always turn to this body of water,
it's refreshing warmth,
and sensory smells.

A Nymph returning to the sea.