2011 - Day 144

Attached tight to an object
Reliant overwhelmed,
A bittersweet aroma
Absence can be felt.
Trapped below the surface
Vision quite obscured,
The predators swim near me
But nothing can be heard.
A light shines bright before me
i run fast as I can go,
So close that i can taste it
I feel its radiant glow.
I grab it with both hands
Prepare to jack back in,
But changes into sand
Blows away in the wind.