All i want it one big shining sparkling temperate pool of salvation. I want to run towards it, to leap off the burning tearing concrete into its vast refreshment. To be saved. A baptism of comfort and inspiration. I want to hear is soft lapping coo’s to resonate with the lost tones of my youth and to resonate the dusty frequencies and to rattle me up enough to do something. Its water just cool enough to give you goosebumps, enough to force a new appreciation of the beaming sun after you force yourself out. Shake me up. Make me live. Make live. Please, power beyond myself, make me live, for i have lost the power to strike my own cords any more.
