Flotation Adventures

"They talk about buoyant life, like bubbles in a dream, floating past shadows of unspoken phrases. Was it the ocean or the mind? Beneath the swell, laughter of the sun—did you catch the whispers? 'Water is just laughter, in different tones,' she said. A fish swims by in neon fractals of feeling—everything begins then, when the sky folds into something edible, like clouds made of taffy, soft and beckoning the lost souls, those who float too close to the edge of sanity. What is freedom if not sinking into colors, letting the currents of yesterday dip into green futures?"

"I heard their voices as they columned into the depths, 'Sand is a metaphor for lost time, grains slipping through hands of desire.' Was it laughter, or was I simply dreaming with both eyes open? Maybe it was the sound of popcorn popping in the waves, surprise treasures beneath brightly painted shells sparkling under false stars... never too late to wonder if the wind has a taste—a hint of cocoa and dreams forgotten under distant horizons."

"Ah! the creatures! Do they play hide and seek with light? Still, you can never catch them completely... A jellyfish dissolving in sunlight whispers secrets of the abyss— 'Stay near the surface, float! Do not wander too far...' But can you resist the song of the depths?"