Noise ! Chaos ! Panic ! Silence.
Not a breath, not a sigh, not an exhale. No movement, but it feels like falling on Cloud 9. Fall, fall, fall. Could you ever sink this deep again ? The sweet vixen's hand beckons you to follow her deeper, deeper. Reach for it ! Stretch ! Stretch further ! Further ! But she's sinking faster than you. Try to fall faster ! Faster ! Reach ! Reach ! She teases, taunts, begs you to move towards her, float with her below the flawed and condemned world of people for an eternity of peace.
Floating. Floating. Your gaze is turned upwards. How far have you gone ? Not far enough. Not for her. How long have you been submerged ? Not long enough. Not for death.
A frantic and less promising hand grips you, it's panic pulses through your veins like a wild fire raging through a forest. The panic causes you to take a sharp breath in. But there is no air.Only water. It pulls you away from the sexy seductress and away from her promises of fulfillment. The light feeling you felt in place of the dark void is disturbed as a pressure forces the air from your lungs. Was there any air ? Your sweet escape, your feelings of bliss and serenity slides up your throat, running against your tongue before being repelled from your body, some trickling down your face, some spraying your arms. Your sanctuary hides, dying the light sandy patch of ground a deep, dark brown before bleeding through the orifices of the earth.
It was your tragic escape, your last cry to the world, the final attempt to reclaim your mind and redeem your soul, to try again in a different lifetime away from this world of which you tainted. But there is no sadness, no anger, no burning rage to the person who saved you from the whipping currents. Instead there is gratitude. In your memory the sweet vixen transformed into the terrifying hag she truly was. Death was not pretty. No, she was not the saving grace you first came to find while you jumped from the cliff into the midsummer lake, she was just another whore. You have more to live for. Yes, you realize you have other choices. The world is not as cursed your thoughts once reflected. Looking back upon the sunset on the water as people swarm to help you, a stranger, survive, you realize there is hope for humanity yet.
Maybe, just maybe, there is hope for humanity yet.
