I am inside water. My body lies somewhere between the surreal realms of air and water. Above the water, I occupy my body, as heavy as it is, as expansive as it could be. Inside the water, water encompasses me, filling in each crevice, each opening, taking me into submission, buoyant.
Outside the water, I am this and that. Breathing insufficient, almost under a nervous wreck, scheming through life and its travesties. Inside water, I am no one. All identities that I carry in this world cease to exist and I become a protege of the water. I do not hold ambitions of the world but become a proponent of vagrancy.