The heart of feelings,
far down there.
Fish catch it as a ready-made bait for them.
In a vacuum of thought the aquatic currents collide.
And me?
I'm heavily overwhelmed,
I don't let go,
I have no destination, I look at the horizon, I wander in my spring.
Lightness must be pulled out, fished out, with a thicker net.
An imaginary of particular gestures that cannot be seen.
I look at the sea, I belong to the water that deforms me, transforms me into an earthly being.
THE PRODIGY OF IDEAS 
Mar 18, 2023 @ 13:24:27
Pretty much sums it all up! I love the picture too. Stairs. Beach. Golden sun reflecting on the water.
Mar 18, 2023 @ 23:03:12
Nice imagery.