Shipwrecks Brings Life Too

Trapped in an alternative dimension, I've dived into a stormy sea that has destroyed and healed me at the same time. The hole in my chest starts to pump. I stare at life blooming after death had taken everything. Fish and corals swim my tides again, and so I know I have many miles to sail yet.

Some time ago I was sad and visualized this humanoid figure drowing into the sea. "It could be me," I said.

So, I recently made up my mind and went buying some paints to make my idea possible. It was really satisfying. I had not painted anything in ages.

Although the result is far from what I wanted, I still praise myself for overcoming both bad feelings and painting hiatus.

Finally, with several paints, a black marker and some correction fluid, I recreated what my mind and soul portrayed long ago. Aren't we coral reefs in constant re-design after all?