I wake up to find myself in an abandoned submarine not knowing how i got there or where the crew have gone to. Where I am on the charts , I don’t know. How deep I am , unknown. I have a challenge before me and so many questions. I have so many instruments to learn, so many essential things for my survival.
As strange as it feels to be lost and yet confined the solitude is comforting. My mind is not busy with little things as everything is important and urgent. Air! What do I need to know before I choke to death , how much do I have and how long will it last? Food. Geez , how much do I have and what will go bad first?
There is no idle time to be had, for what I neglect now I will have to pay dearly later.
Why bother if I am probably going to die anyways. What do I want to do? Master this craft? To what purpose , what end? Odd is the thought of getting off and finding my way home so far from my thoughts right now. I seem to enjoy this peace and quiet and yet it will be limited as soon as I run out of air or food.
In these watery depths my thoughts go to deeper thoughts. It is as if this is the reason why I am here. I can’t decide what is more important, finding the reason or just pure survival?
On that I am on a stand still. No external influences to disrupt me. No feelings here in the depths of my mind. Some kind of stealth mission way below the chaos of thoughts and emotions. No rambling of repetitious thoughts. Each one , new , deeper, a discovery.
So deep I am here , to the point I forget to breathe.
Here, no thoughts of what is going on ‘out there’
Note: the imagery is a reoccurring one when I am quiet in thought. I decided to write it down and explore where my thoughts would lead. I feel I could of gone deeper if I had no other external pressures at this moment , but knowing myself I would have gone in a day dream and fell asleep.