Underwater

My favorite time is when I am underwater.
When the world disappears and is replaced by that beautiful blue.
That beautiful blue that surrounds my vision
That beautiful blue that closes around me.
That beautiful blue that relaxes me.
But at what point must I come up?
At what point must I face reality again,
Because sometime reality is like a crashing wave dragging you under
While other times it can give you good things in small waves.
You were a good thing, but the only difference was that you were a tsunami.
You were so good that I did not realize that I was drowning.
How must I swim in the sea of love without getting lost.
How must I navigate with no compass.
How must I find my way in such a vast ocean?