Fountain

The mass pulls down on you with aqua, blue, purple, and yellows.
Surrounding and soaking into your body.
With a gasp of air, you transform continuously into another creature.
You are free.
Silence accompanies you.
Solitude befriends you.
Gliding through the cool waves, you break each currant with the slap of your hand.
You float to the surface.
Weightless.
You will not fall.