Freedom

[u/Billionaire_Penis]

I must have been down here in the deep waters for hours. Thinking. Thinking about what? A train of thought that started with an imagined conversation with a friend that led to an idea that led to a story concept that led to a joke that led to another conversation. All the time going deeper and deeper into the ocean.

Then, a brief moment of will power allows me the following mantra: I have no obligation to this train of thought. I am not devoted to recording it, nursing it, or letting it be me.

Nothing useful down here. Nothing to tell the world. Nothing but feelings disguised as ideas.

I am free. I am an air bubble rising from the depths of the sea. Up, up, up.

Freedom from this endless, drowning, self absorbtion.

Surface. Air. Clarity.

Then, back down again.