Bathophobia

In the deep reaches of the magnificent waters, a man doesn’t remain the same oneself he entered the sea as. Warriors, seamen, priests, kings, all visited the sea in the false sense of ego their minds developed living in the air.

Us fellow sea creatures wonder how it must be living in the air. To never have the cool fluid run through your body, to never feel the pressure of something existing, to never be reminded of your own existence by something else. Nothing to prove liveliness.

Our Ancestors preached — “Oh my dear, but why do you deceive yourself! Living in the air is smooth sailing. You my dear, are a warrior; a warrior surviving in the intense battle of living. You’re the Sea Knight.”

The Sea creatures are all knights. We live in the darkest of dark that even the night fails to reach. No amount of light possesses the ability to illuminate our atmosphere. Being a creature of sea was never about the sea.

Pity on Human’s inability to face the Truth.

One of my friends and I were debating about friendship and what it means to be friends when they replied, “Too deep a topic it is for us?”

C.G: “I dont think so, it’s normal to talk about deep topics”

Them: “It’s better we skip it and just be normal”

And that stuck me.

Normal?

The depths of ocean are uncomfortable. High pressure, low oxygen levels, drag forces. My eyes could barely open.

My heart sank, and for a moment my mind halted its thinking.

Green, Blue, White, Yellow…

I began thrashing my hands and legs repeatedly. My lungs were going out of breath…out of breath, my nose, my chest aching, the throbbing pain in my ears…out of breath, the bubble in my mouth burst…No! The last of my breath! Out of breath, no, Burning eyes, Red? why do I see red? OUT OF BREATH…My vision—my breath—my body—

Oh, I’m drowning in the depthness! Sav- Save Me…

May this reach to the seekers of depth.

~C.G