Who are you Love?
Falling into a well
the world disappears.
The edge of the water
hits up my sides
a startling sting that
could be pleasant
if I were not so scared.
Suddenly I am
submerged.
Looking back
to who I was
I see my words
left behind, floating
on the surface.
I am pulled
sinking further
into the soft silence
deeper, wider, slower.
The further in I go
the more I see
smallness disappearing.
Bigger and more beautiful,
there is no tunnel vision now.
