Let the Water Carry us Away

The healing warm waters, uncluttered by human garbage. Full of sadness and aloofness, a story of everything, how it just is. It will carry me, swelling up, to the forgetfulness I long for. My body moves as it should, with a distinct absence of anguish. The oppressive heat cannot touch me as long as I stay wet; the water protects me. I feel only basking warmth, and know the cold cannot touch me here. It cradles me, it bears me up, bears my weight, such a crushing burden, and I taste freedom. I leave it pleasantly spent, leaving behind all manner of intangible toxins, worries, fears, anxieties, memories. This sea is large enough to dilute them, to swallow them all. Eventually wearing down the roughness, I shall be smooth like a beach stone.