Like a Fish out of Water
Water is such an overused metaphor for memories, thoughts and foreign feelings. For such an abundant substance, it fascinates me. It houses another world of life and organisms. When you plunge into its icy depths, it takes the weight from your feet and the pressure from your shoulders. It runs down your cheeks as physical sadness; drips through your fingers as you try in vain to close them around its menacing beauty.