Surface

Here. Amidst the ocean blue, where water and sky are one sharing its color. My feet dangle into the deep unknown, and I gaze into the sky, where the sun shines a brilliant flare of glittering rays, intermittency only taking place when a few soaring birds cross the lines of sight it and I shared. My eyes lead to them, watching them fly into the endless and vast stretch of freedom, large and unformed clouds filling the atmosphere. I'm entranced by it, but I'm also understanding.

And so I fall.

The water takes me, as I feel the cold salted liquid begin to encompass my body. I give in to it as I descend, my hand reaching out instinctively ahead, a vain hope for something, anything, before it too descends, disappearing from the Surface.

Here. I'm no more. The water holding me close. My words are empty, bubbles replacing what little fight I had left. I'm drowning. I'm descending further away from the Surface, my head leading my bodies descent, diving head first into the void. My eyes are drooping, glazing at the light casting down that became harder and harder to see. I'm taken away from that light. I burst into tears, but the salt erodes them. I scream, but my voice is drowned out. I flail, but my motion is dull. Then I look ahead. The light I see fades from sight. And so I close my eyes, as my body numbs to the cold water.

But I feel a warm glow.

I blink slowly, my vision hazy. I should be empty, so what is this feeling? I looked above to the Surface, but the light was not emanating from there. And then I see it - of all places I searched, the answer was so surprisingly simple.

It glows brightly from my chest. I hold it close, the yellow iridescent orb contradicting the empty void in the bowels of the sea. I somehow find salvation within this empty and vast ocean, this single light shining from my chest. My body becomes warm, despite of the water's chilling grasp.

Its beautiful. I feel so much coming from it. I feel it race in my chest, I feel my eyes lighten, my breath arise, my gaze sharpen, my expression smile. I know what I need to do. I snap from my stasis, and begin tearing through the empty sea, the light in my chest guiding the way. I keep on going, the water trying to withhold me.

But the light has given me clarity. I ignore the waters tempting persuasion. The sun's rays from above appears, the water beginning to find its color of blue once again, the surface glistening and moving. I near arm's length from the Surface, as its reflective and warping layer revealed the vision of the blue skies, life abundant from the world above. With a final yell distorted from the sea, my triumphant hand broke through the Surface, a burst of water erupting into the glittering daylight.