Written a while back:

(I’m really sick right now, and wrote/felt/lived this while meditating in water because being alert and conscious wasn’t what the germs wanted)

I escaped and before I was able to realize where I had gone from, I began to drift across the surface of the water. Travelling this path a voice encouraged me to reach in and pull up as much water in my hand as I could hold. With hand half opened I lifted it from the water and a texture began to form. The water grew warmer and began to pulsate. I knew this device was not my own and that I could never control it. It had to be left alone. I slowly dropped my hand back into the water with fingers stretched. The form of water stayed in my hand and grew as heavy as a liquid metal. Feeling the form pulsate even faster and stronger than before I knew that I could never decide it’s fate but that it might be inclined to stay on it’s own. I will let it rest there, warmer as the days pass, warmer till it burns through my hand or melts into me, creating my new shape. A hand with a heart in it.