Reaching out

 Underwater...

 Swollen lips,searching eyes,trembling hands,cold skin,words unspoken,whispers...

 Underwater it's warm.Underwater it's soothing.Underwater she feels safe.There is a certain peace she gets.Surrounded by bright lights relentlessly dancing,rainbow hued bubbles and salty solitude,she is...happy?No,not happy,but at peace.She doesn't feel lonely there,nor does she feel hurt.It is not a solution,but an escape;a sanctuary if you want to call it like that.The cruel wind of reality doesn't blow,the acid rain of the world doesn't pour,the nothingness of the people's souls doesn't reach,your absence doesn't hurt.In the green and blue and grey colored sea,she can breathe.This may be the perfect world,so you're wondering why she doesn't stay there.

 Look up,my dear,there it is again.The enigmatic,shining moon with its sad light,drawing her out,tempting her without even knowing.She reaches a hand toward the surface and even though she doesn't mean it,she's out again,in the burning hell called Reality.Oh how she hates the moon in such moments...But then again,that pale brightness holds great power over her and she's back again to reaching out more even though she knows the outcome of her actions.

 They say actions speak louder than words do.But what if actions would bring your doom?Would you still proceed in doing them even though you know what awaits you?Happiness is a dangerous emotion.

 She submerges back underwater.Where it's warm...safe...quiet.

 Her moon is...