Prelude in E-minor, Op.28, No.4 by Chopin

oxygen eludes me in this Suffocation of circumstances....

a tremendous ocean encasing and weighing down my existence.... once fluid, it has now congealed into a semi-solid that makes swimming to the surface progressively more difficult.... I claw against the density and fight the inertia of my self.... the glimmering under-surface appears so close that I can almost feel the deoxygenated breath within me bursting out in the hopes of a reflex inhalation of fresh, sustaining air from the other side.... I try to muster all my desire and strength, but it is never enough.... breaching that surface remains an unobtainable goal.... I'm running out of air.... amidst this struggle, I encounter air-breathing-water-dwellers.... they ease me in my struggling, and generously commiserate with me....
they share their breath with me.... and I share mine with them.... this is what will sustain me until I reach the surface.... this gelatinous milieu will soon liquefy, I'm certain of it!....

at least that's what I'll continue to tell myself.... thank you fellow creatures of the depths, my eternal gratitude....

TECHNORATI TAGS: american museum of natural history hall of ocean life, new york city