deep_water ovenbird (with thanks to fun_with_google_translate for the inspiration!) Our time on this earth, in this life, is hardly longer than the lightning flash of a firefly, so I don’t want to tarry on the surface. I want to get into your deep water. I’ll wade right in with my pockets full of stones, commit to going under, believe that somehow my lungs will learn to breathe again. I’m even okay with drowning if it means my feet can touch the source of everything, even for a second. My death throes might make waves that propagate to the surface and reshape the topography of the shore. As my lungs fill with water I’ll become an ocean for someone else to wade into. What else are we here for? 250414 what's it to you? who go blather from