Picture me glistening, exploding out of a flat ocean, throwing my hair back from my eyes and gasping in the cold air. From horizon line to horizon line all my eyes can see is flat water with ripples slowly flowing out into it in a circle radiating from my body.

Or picture me shinning, slowly falling back into myself as I wake up from a dream. My eyes open slowly, like bubbles rising in shampoo. I exhale a long dark breath, finally letting it all go.

And better yet, picture me, finally, catching a foot full of sand after swimming through legions of seas. I finally regain my footing, and straightening up I look around. Waves gently crashing around my legs urge me forward. Though sopping hair falls in my eyes I am finally seeing clear.

This much I know for sure: I have finally broken through. How long I spent, searching fore the surface, dying for air; trying to wake up, but clinging endlessly to dreams; swimming madly through every day to find another just like it the next morning.

On the island before me I see a massive tangled jungle rise up before my eyes. This is to be my life, I know it, and it doesn't bother me one bit. For now I know something, after those long days at sea, dying for air, waiting for the alarm clock to ring. Those times, the hard ones, existed for a reason. And that reason was to bring me here to this point where I can say that I know I can do whatever life throws at me. Not only that, but I can do it well, I can turn everyday into something that is unique, beautiful, and my own. I will take every chance I get, because there is no better teacher than a cold lonely sea. I have reached it, this tangled, beautiful, angry maze that I know is any my life. And how much fun it is going to be, discovering what lies in that hidden foliage.

So now you picture me, thats right, straightening my tired body, smiling, and walking lightly across the dry sand towards the trees. My back is turned against the cold sea of nothingness, for that is not my life anymore.

All I see now is this vast jungle of living. My spirit is rising back into my eyes. Give me my machete, I am ready.