John Mayer - Slow Dancing In A Burning Room (Acoustic)
(Source: ohhhhgravity)
Far off and barred industrial lights glitter sea green and white on the bottom of the surface. Shapeless forms around me resemble bodies in black suits. Water is the strangest thing, I think to myself. The choppy wake distorts and warps blue and black lines, mimicking a maniac’s dream— chaotic, unguided, wild demons of the mind wandering unleashed where no sane human being belongs. Underneath this mask of confusion and cold lies a place so mysterious and profound. It’s the only place I could ever imagine feeling whole. Contained around me is the power to crush bones to powder, to grind mountains to rubble, to pop lungs like balloons and yet this raw, potential energy comforts me in ways incomparable. Under the weight of the water, the unbearable burdens of life on my shoulders become as frail and weightless as my figure, and all I ask is that this feeling never ends. All I ask is for the tide to carry me off into the abyss like a love struck honeymooner— with not the lust of a lover, but the caress of a close, caring friend. The minute of escape feels like one hundred and my aching face crashes back through the uneasy surface. The beat of a heart beneath my skin and the burn of emptiness in my collapsing chest remind me of my vulnerability, and once again I face reality with a new take on life. Maybe my sea legs are already under me, I just have to get used to these uncharted waters, even when the forecast is looking grim.
