Weekly Expression #4 MS

I can feel the hot beads of sweat rolling down off my forehead. I can feel the steam rising off my body like a cool mist off a hose, but it’s anything but cool. I can feel the raw wind blowing my shirt in any which direction from over the open sea. I’m alone, but this isn’t my fantasy.

    I wipe my face, but my hand returns dry. My steps gain speed, but so does the breaking of time. I walk slower; time breaks slower. The clock will be non existent at the precise moment I reach it. Should I continue on or just go home?

    I’d love to turn around, but my path’s been broken with each step… I also can’t swim. This memory floods my mind as I am inundated with remorse. Why have I created this life for myself? How have I?

    My body grows weary, my spirit becomes weak. I can continue on, but my purpose has left me. A large portion of time remains, but the majority is already gone. I cannot live like this. I want to throw myself into the ocean, but will time do the same? I long for the clock, but with every step it dies.

    There’s no answer.

    But perhaps there is, merely an unseen one. If I reach without time, is it gone or merely invisible? How can time be invisible? It cannot! …nor can it leave! The time is infinite, what a majestic discovery!

    I sprint towards the clock, as it dies with ever increasing speed. I frolic, I dash and dance for joy as the realization becomes even more apparent!

    I reach the time; while it is no longer represented, it will always be present! I can feel it’s warmth and it’s joy! We are united once more, never to be separated! There’s no path for myself to travel on any longer. To the bottom of the ocean I sink, drifting into eternity.

RIP

She was a young lassie; that we all agree. At the mere age of 17, she drowned- oh, such a horrible death. We do not know how or why she was in the ocean, but we do know that she is no longer with us. As we pay our respects to the dead, we ourselves also curse mental disabilities. Maybe we’re all mad and not her. After all, she did once say “It’s a blessing, not a curse.”