Journal Writings

In the Depths

Drip drip drop. In the dark silence, the sound of the water falling off the melting icicles echoed off the cavern walls. Deep in the cave, beyond the dripping icicles, there was a pond. A pond that was a mirror. The pond was so pure, so clear, and so still, that it was said that if you looked into it's depth you would see your soul. It was also said that if you bathed in its waters, you would be purified, cleared of all sin. A man once stumbled upon the cave. He had heard of the legends and so he stared into the depths of the pond. He was an evil man and in the water, where his reflection should have been, he saw all the people he had hurt in his life, all those he had killed and all their loved ones. His soul was black and he could see it, the faces glaring at him, accusing him, hating him. He wanted to make the faces go away so he slapped the water, but the legends of the water being purifying were also true and now that his skin had touched the water, he would be cleansed. An invisible force pulled him into the water and kept pulling him deeper and deeper. The man drowned eventually, but it didn't stop. His body just kept going down and down and down and he was never seen again. The splash of the man being pulled in resounded throughout the cave, but no one heard it. No one was there. Just as when the echo of the splash faded, no one heard the ice melting. Drip drip drop.