Depth
He bravely faces the sea; challenge the navy blue sky. It is roars echoing in his ears, sending shivers, chills, mixing feelings with something else, strange. He smiles, almost. It’s warm, almost, horizon far away, and sun deep under the water. Illusion, the feeling of someone, of warmness around, inside. He stands against the wind with back, against the coldness, with a feeling of someone playing with his hair.
Soothing, almost, the wind whispers, it’s the end.
Ridiculous, he laughs bitterly, the sound disappearing in air.
Something slips through his fingers, oh sands. Moment after the warmness is gone, the feeling gone, he found himself shivering. Something was missing, a piece of something in him. That person, he is gone. Glance on the right, glance on the left, is he alone? Why?
Chest tightens with sudden outburst of feelings, of answers he found, illusion, tight as the tightest embrace, killing as the looniest night. He doesn’t let to be fooled, but got deeply, deathly and completely, insanely gave up everything.
Feel the water, release, a voice whispers.
He closes his eyes for one last time, inhales for one last time.
Dark black hole, does this counts as freefalling in bathos? Does this count as losing to something more powerful, giving up precious things, feelings, life?
Small bones, big rocks, and oh so deep.
He shivers and shivers, cold, too cold, but sea roars, make fun of him, small and fragile against the power of water, power of night, darkness.
The water laughs against his skin.
Laughs with his last breathe.
I’m sorry…
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How it was? I'm just so nervous, I'm afraid that it was written bad.
Sorry for killing Chullie *hides*
Soothing, almost, the wind whispers, it’s the end.
Ridiculous, he laughs bitterly, the sound disappearing in air.
Something slips through his fingers, oh sands. Moment after the warmness is gone, the feeling gone, he found himself shivering. Something was missing, a piece of something in him. That person, he is gone. Glance on the right, glance on the left, is he alone? Why?
Chest tightens with sudden outburst of feelings, of answers he found, illusion, tight as the tightest embrace, killing as the looniest night. He doesn’t let to be fooled, but got deeply, deathly and completely, insanely gave up everything.
Feel the water, release, a voice whispers.
He closes his eyes for one last time, inhales for one last time.
Dark black hole, does this counts as freefalling in bathos? Does this count as losing to something more powerful, giving up precious things, feelings, life?
Small bones, big rocks, and oh so deep.
He shivers and shivers, cold, too cold, but sea roars, make fun of him, small and fragile against the power of water, power of night, darkness.
The water laughs against his skin.
Laughs with his last breathe.
I’m sorry…
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How it was? I'm just so nervous, I'm afraid that it was written bad.
Sorry for killing Chullie *hides*