Swimming through the milky mere, I found a seashell;
Pearl to my eyes and silk to my fingertips,
It effortlessly drew away the odious clouds I had been submerged in.
My core inhaled a fresh, iced shot.
A pinch of song which played in my system,
A tinge of cyan which ran through my blood.

One simple seashell, manufacturing the meaning of sanctity whilst releasing all tension of mind.
Both you and I had forgotten I was in a lake to begin with.

With one pulse and one crash,
The seashell vanished with the waves,
Locked...