Everything But the...

"It's the reason people stand struck too long at their kitchen sinks."

This is a line from a poem a girl in my Intermediate class wrote last semester, and I haven't been able to get it out of my head. It's the reason people stand struck too long at their kitchen sinks....the poem was about love. But that's not what I associate this image with. Usually I attach it to that deep part of myself I sometimes...often fall into these days. I try to think of it as one of the many states of being. Just one more sensation among the many we are capable of experiencing as humans. Neither superior or inferior to any other state of being.

It's a bit of a descent though. Think of attaching a weight to your foot and sinking deep, deep into dark water, but with no chance of drowning. You just allow yourself to be pulled downwards into forever, one long exhale stretching up into forever. Or you know how you can never remember the exact moment sleep takes you? Imagine if you could though. Just try to look into yourself and remember what its like to literally be falling into sleep. I'm in that state of in between a lot these days. Like...suspension? Do you know what I'm getting at? My roommates have been asking me what I'm thinking about more often than usual. I couldn't tell them if I tried because usually I'm just in space somewhere. Orbiting, sinking. Gravity. Earth. And dark blue water, swirling down into the drain. Taking me with it.