Drowning
October 25, 2006
There was something about the water, some calmness and peace that I envied as I stopped near it, pausing in my walk, watching the ripples with mute fascination, lost in their common beauty. Trees reflected on its surface and some neighboring houses too, their shadows trembling slightly and blending into one another. All noises around me faded and I stood there silently, watching, while the day was being chased away by the approaching night and all colors died and turned to darkness.
The black thoughts in my head kept coming at me, bubbling inside, wanting to get out and with an effort I managed to silence them. I always do. I wished that I could write them down, get rid of them this way and just put them in a bottle, to be taken away by the water, that I may be purged and free, at least for a while.
A soft wind starts blowing; I smile at my foolish thoughts and my feet start walking away from the hypnotizing liquid movement of the river. I turn my head back once and nothing is changed, the ripples coming and going and in the end all is still.
- August 27, 2006 -
Comments (1):
The Voices in my Head:
This was beautiful. Your ability to capture a moment in its entirety is amazing. Really well done. I could feel the cool breeze coming off the pond.
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