Float

Jump

Do you hear the rainfall?

It's our blessings, they freefall

Like chimes in a relentless breeze.

We all have dreams,

but how many of us catch

What others seize?

Before they wish us well

Looking back at our wishing well

Wondering why there are droughts in hell

How many of us cling to intangible

seams,

of things we never mean?

                                                                                        (Anna's Pov)

The world is shaking.

The vibrations are causing a small disturbance in our energy. The truth is we are moving, generating particles that respond to the equilibrium and forces around us.

I feel like I'm phasing, separating, bending, and shaking; rattling under the dark steel soot of his fixture. The way Jacob looks at me, makes me pray for a sense of direction, lost in his heavenly spirals.

And suddenly we are moving, like the slow groans and creaks of a brightly illuminated Ferris wheel. Perhaps, life is like a Ferris wheel, you move slowly in one motion, desperately needing to reach the top. Because if you get there then suddenly you'll be happy, and life will make sense.

However, sometimes we reach the top. Then we get to see a different perspective as we watch the people below. They're so miniature and toy-like, shuffling like machines all reaching for the same sky.

It makes us question what's really important. And perhaps from such grand heights we may come to realize our problems aren't bigger than a ant.

What's the tallest building to the sky?

What's life to someone who has died?

What's a giant problem to a deity?

So we want the God of small things, to make infinitesimal changes in our life.

All that we thought mattered doesn't especially to a God who doesn't keep time...and the Ferris wheel goes on...slowly creaking in a circular motion.

Round and round

Up and down

Moving...

"No seriously Jacob, I think we're moving!" I screamed frantically, feeling a slight but definite shift.

Jacob's eyes blinked, the fog of confusion slowly lifting from his eyes as he looked around.

We heard a loud crack, and I groaned. The foundation beneath us was giving in, the mattresses were slowly swaying under our weight.

I felt Jacob's rough calloused hands grab my waist pulling me into him tightly, in a protective manner, "Goooo-ggg-ggg-oo" he stammered nervously. I could feel his pulse in his breath, as we looked desperately for a way out.

If we jumped, the chances of surviving without breaking our spines were less than encouraging.

If we moved too quickly, the disturbance would cause an avalanche effect. I couldn't be sure, but if I had to guess, the center of the  mattresses tower was caving in, and the old dry wooden frames that kept it in place was splintering down the middle. Therefore, like a stack of dominoes we would all come crumbling down.