Deep

In the darkest depths encircled by the indefinite, unidentified, and mysterious there is a life. Depth, the unending, unperceivable obscurity that surrounds every creation: people, places, events, and all creatures. Depth invades the walls of a mind and unbridles the thoughts of its thinker. It provides the most uncomfortable ambiance, where pressure builds with every breath that seeps past the lips of the diver.  Yet, the personification of addiction that attaches itself to depth and gains additional momentum with each motion of plunging creates a dependence and craving for the unfamiliar. One passes the monuments of the past, the wreckage of the present, and swims into the gloriously dark unknown of the future. Now deep cries to deep. The sound that trickles in as a yielding whisper overwhelms the emotions as a crushing roar. An unbearable pressure builds gradually beginning to bit by bit dismantle functions of perception, concrete mindsets, and once impenetrable ways. The depth manipulates the once uncomfortable surroundings into a place of truth, where the diver is no longer clothed in deception, but clad in vulnerability and defenselessness. They’re in the deepest, but most perilous position they have ever been. They believe no man has traveled here, yet they sense emotions that lay at rest by those who preceded them. Yet they keep going. Passing wreckage, monuments, and unwavering statues. Deeper still. The roar gets louder with the crushing darkness making it hard to breathe. Sight begins to fade and senses grow dismal. Utter, complete darkness blankets everything. Waiting-still Waiting-slowly the pressure lifts. Coldness is replaced by peace. The deepest depth is light. They move-this depth is an eternity