You feel it the second I decide—
that quiet pull… drawing you down.
Like a st0ne slipping beneath the surface,
you sink.
Not aggressively. Not chaotically.
Just… naturally.
Effortlessly.
The water surrounds you, slows you, softens you…
but you don’t stop.
You want to go deeper.
You want that calm, weighted stillness…
as you drift further and further…
until there’s nothing left to do but settle.
Still.
Waiting.
Because that’s what you are, isn’t it?
Something simple. Something still.
Something that exists to be picked up…
held…
and used when I choose.
And the best part?
You wouldn’t change it.
