Life underwater

Sounds are dull, bubbles escape my lips and frantically dash to a surface that i can't see. I can't tell if i'm sinking or suspended at this depth. The ocean life around me churns slowly, the friction of water pressing against every movement.  Somewhere up there i imagine ships are passing by, possibly looking for lost souls in the abyss. No one sees that i am here though, reinforcing a solitude that is both peaceful and terrifying. If i squint i can see that others are here. Bubbles run from them as well, but the deep tones are indecipherable. Will i get to know them? I wonder what words might be trapped in those tiny air pockets. If i could, somehow, catch and understand the trapped words would we communicate? A strange mismatch occurs between thought and action. Thoughts move quickly, always evolving and branching into complex ideas. Motion seems to be a different realm entirely. The simplest tasks are long and drawn out. A certain grace is exihibited during these slow movements, but most would wish for land.