Its not up to you...no it never really was

[im_under_water]

running through the fog
lungs ache from the cold air
cheeks are blushed
and stinging
slow motion movement
jelly fish in the deep sea
salt on the skin
come upon a tree trunk twice carved
smoothing fingertips over the scar
sadly touch is not the same when cold
dulled shape
and the names cannot be shaped
and the moment cannot be remembered
the ground gives way beneath
falling can be an effort
really
through the earth
like the soil were merely loose leaves
and a breeze has them divided
suspended in the motion
a fly in honey
I pull my hands to my face
like the blind
discover their lovers
unfamiliar image
as if truth could only
be found with one's hands
never just one, but both
how do you find your way in the dark
with no gentle sound to guide you
it must be a song
the earth is silent