Nights In Mumbai.

Free. Nothing holding me back, nobody to tell me to watch my mouth or cut my fingernails or eat my vegetables. Drowning, but it feels so wonderful. Such a lovely moment should not be wasted, I think. No, it should be cherished, shared, documented, laughed at, photographed, written about years and days and weeks later. I want to hold this moment, letting it go would be such a shame. Tap, tap, tap. That is the noise my fingers make when they hit the water, one after another after the last. They almost sound like tiny little pebbles falling from the sky into the ocean surrounding me, drip, drop, dropped. Free.