Lithograph on Rives BFK 15x11 As a child I wanted to breathe underwater. I still long to submerge. Dip my toes and feel every drop. The air is especially cold where the water and exposed skin meet. The air that calls. I feel it with every breath. There is something I need to find. But I?ve only found the absence of god. I see so many finding comfort in the things that scare me. The things that despise my existence. I hope there?s something out there that will submerge me. And feel it like the water and the air around me. I feel hints of it. I don?t know where to look. I must wait for it to come to me first.