Fragment Sentences

Silent, bored, deaf. Bubbles surface from the depths, memories playing in the reflections, holding onto my breath, diving deep.  Pulling water with my hands, letting it weave through my fingers, pushing it to the side, it returns to its place, I'm repeating the motions.  Changing the pace, I turn and whirl letting the water churn, my eyes open, feeling so free, sinking so slowly I'm floating.  Releasing the air from my lungs, I poke the air bags rising.  I spin, I flip, I dance in the dark murkiness.  I burst forth, taking a single breath in the open, reminding myself what fresh air is.  Return down under, flip over,  stare at the mirror and window.  So many lights, bright and large.  Momentary facial recognition, flickering, rippling and gone.  Hand reaches out to touch, disturbs the serenity of it all, breaks the glass.  Retract, a fragment of the surface in my palm, clutch to my chest, letting go, stroke away.  Eyes burn, blink, embrace the vision.  Pray, sound waves distorted, murmur, for myself, sounds for me, understood by me.  Nonsensical, wise, garbled, questions, answers, mixed and swirled.  Music somewhere, ears tantalized, tickled.  Feel the tightness overwhelming, senses dulled over time, flail wildly, feeling for the shattered glass.  Hand grips mine, jerked around, never pulling away, led somewhere.  Gasp for air, lungs revitalized.  Foot step echoes, a door closes, a gentle chime.  Sitting while humming to myself, tracing the air, a conductors wand.  Waiting to hear the song again.