Sunlight glares through the waters surface, shimmering across my face as I lay motionless under the pressure of water, currents begin to persuade my body to glide amongst the smooth corals below the soft veil of the world above me. Bliss begins to flood my head, drowning anything that was burdening my mind with worries and blight whilst empathy and laxity remain afloat.
My body begins to heavy as I slowly ascend deeper into this cerulean abyss, watching my fingertips become a blur as they're devoured by my hammock of water. I call out into the darkness of these depths only to be met with silence as my reply, Shadows dance between the beams of light angled through rocks and crevices, waltzing in and out of reality mocking mine for being without a partner.
Sharp grains dig into my back as I hit the oceans base, submerging my entire being in sand and rock. Shackles begins to root me, tugging at my wrists and ankles, anger begins to surge through me like electricity as I tug at the spellbound chains. Tear drops leak from my eyes and form into bubbles filled with the last drops of desire inside me.
This imprisonment isn't without justice, as I have done this to myself, however have blinded myself with sands I now swim in, attempting to throw blankets over the deceased bodies of my mistakes and mishaps, only being a temporary solution as they rise as zombies to tear apart and consume me. Bindings wrap around my throat, choking any remaining air that resided in my lungs, stealing any that attempted to escape its grasp.
Hopelessness posses me, whispering sweet nothings into the ears of my soul, caressing it without breaking the facade of its seemingly kind nature. Soon, the soft charming voice becomes too much to resist, luring me into its house of smoke and mirrors with a show to last a lifetime, the main act.
Puppetry.
Voices surround me as hands appear from the empty dusk, holding me close as I suffer, cutting the strings tied to me. Soft lips begin to press against mine as oxygen is poured down my throat as if liquor to a drunkard. Gasps of air escape my mouth as my eyes widen to outlines of people, tugging at my chains, pieces of them lost to the jaws of the darkness, but shattering them nonetheless.
Figures flicker around me as flames on a candle, quivering wildly as I swim through the passing currents, kicking furiously away from gangling arms outstretched reaching for me from the depths. Scratching at my heels attempting to pull me deep down into my prison of loneliness and anguish. If I am to give up now, what would be the purpose of this chance given to me.
We are never alone in the depths of our own sadness, we will always have those to break our chains holding back our ambition, to provide breaths of faith where we had none, to keep us afloat in an ocean of despair. As we are the foundations of sand that others can walk upon to prevent us from drowning in an ocean of doubt that resides inside of us all.
