I stand stagnant under the star occupied sky, with my eyes settled on the gigantic ocean,
Its beautiful serenity, speaks the language so pure, which even the deafened could hear,
And the heedless could react to, filling all the vacant voids in my soul,
And with all but no effort, I let myself drown,
And as I go deeper, I feel the subdued happiness catching my lungs like forest fire,
And where there was nothing left, no hope of exultation, no state of being,
Now, in the same place, I find tiny fragments of certainty crawling upon,
Clasping my nerves, telling me to hold on and seek the great treasures,
Those which have been there, always, hiding behind all the deceits,
Restraining me from being lucrative, and dragging me down,
And I realise, that all this woe and misery, is just the coating,
Beneath which lies a world filled with beauty and wonders,
Where amazing things crave to happen, and magic isn’t just a word.
Where not being normal is beautiful, and art isn’t just a subject.
And when I reach back up, stroking my head out of the water,
I stare above at the stars still glimmering with delight,
And shout “ I am Precious”.