Weightless

Some times
I feel the weight coming down on me again,
threatening
to catapult me
headlong into the warmth
of that crystal clear deep blue,
again.
It gives me a rush.
Ever since that day,
when I slipped below,
face down,
staring into the vast emptiness,
I've been searching
for a way to find it again.
All I can ever think about now,
from my time below the surface,
is feeling weightless.