All i need~

Just made a scene i thought fit with music.

At the depths of the sea, you just see fish. You feel at peace with them. You see a couple of fishes in a swarm, with the light reflecting off of them making it look like they’re all sparkling about. There’s an unending variety in the sea life that makes you feel like you’re at home with them. The sense of comfort you get from them is palpable and comparable to the safest feeling you’ve ever felt. The jellyfish bounces and swims in front of you, as you just stare at its miraculous movements. There’s something surreal to this. The sight of one fish eating another, an angler fish eating a dory. It does not bother you. It does not even remotely bother you. It just feels like that’s a part of life. The surface is so close, yet you don’t feel any need to escape from what you’re seeing. The rocks and the caves hide an even larger variety of seashells, crabs, lobsters, turtles, and clownfish. The anemone moves in conjunction with the music that plays as you close your eyes and you try to forget that you’re human. You try your best to forget that you’re human. You delete all the memories you have of your friends. You delete all the memories you have of any family, any home, any person you’ve ever met. You finally delete the memories you had of her. You try to forget one memory after another. It takes time. Of course, it takes time, you’ve got so many pictures of her. So many pictures. It’s like there’s nothing but her in your mind. You try to forget a billion versions of her smile, and billions more pop up like they’re supposed to be there. You stop fighting that memory. You keep that memory as the sole safe keep of her existence and yours. You delete your inner self, you become part of the sea. It is difficult for you to find out who exactly is in that red dress, that’s smiling at you holding a phone showing a picture of grey monotonous buildings, coupled with an endless traffic of cars that seems to signify a particular relentless hollow chase of eternity in them. Who exactly is it sitting in the library that’s looking at you? Who is it that doesn’t drown in the ocean that floods the library as you vanquish and conquer the self? Who is it that doesn’t get wet, who doesn’t get affected at all? The person who stops waiting for you when you become the ocean. Who is it?