"Submerged "
Think of dreams. Of Imagination. Of Wishes. A dive in to the deep waters and unexplored seas of the human mind.
Caressed by waves of your heart's desires. Supported by the hopes of all that could be or might be or once was. Floating through the quiet comfort of aspiration and inspiration. Submerged in a freedom of limitless possibilities, of futures and fancies unique and not so unique, of places and experiences and adventures just beyond the horizon of consciousness. Of dreams.
But like the dark, caressing comfort of floating beneath the endless seas, the dreams cannot last. Our burning lungs awaken us, moving us back to the surface, back to reality, back to take another breath. This sad, yet inevitable return to dry land, to work, to school, to what is and what must be. Some may stay under longer. Some have the resources, the luck, or even desire to live more of those dreams. Alas, sooner or later, we all must breach the surface of reality.
But the endless ocean of our unconscious is forever there. That freedom, at least a temporary freedom, always exists somewhere behind the windows to the world around us. Always living, growing, waiting, ready to take us back into what can be the unrivaled greatness of our minds.
