Freediving into the blue. I found abalone hiding under stones. I found waves that washed over me like days long gone. The stingrays sleeping in the sand. Tonight I fear their gracefulness in dreams of swaying kelp beds.
Color is the new black
And white photo album
Slowly fading to sepia tones
Of deaf
Our days like the smiles we only make for the camera
Concealing grey memories that burn as strong as white flame in our hearts