Float for Always
Ficlet for this week's challenge at 15minuteficlets.
Title: Float for Always
Fandom: Original
Rating: PG-13, I suppose, for what's implied
Summary: The solution to all is as simple as floating.
Title: Float for Always
Fandom: Original
Rating: PG-13, I suppose, for what's implied
Word: Overwhelmed
What is this feeling? This closing in. This entrapment. To say I’m overwhelmed would be too vague, too…unreachable. I sit here and watch all earth spin its way round and round turning my little piece of it soft blue and green, bright with the sheen of the sun as it lights every corner. Nothing is left in shadow, except me. I am here and yet … all I see are walls and darkness, limitations in the vast immense space of it all. Why? Why does it bother lighting this patch? It doesn’t matter anymore. No one cares. No one listens, or rather they listen but they do not hear me. What is it in me that keeps me from reaching out and making myself heard? Making them care.
Foolish. It is foolish to feel this glimmer of care. It means nothing. For I don’t care anymore. The solution is the simplest ever known. Shall I tell you? Will you tell them? They won’t hear me but they might you. It’s simple. Too simple. I’ll go there. To the bluest portion where shadows don’t matter and sunlight can fill nothing and everything because the sea is vast. Life is there. Water and motion embracing you, pulling you closer, deeper slowly. And the light beams through in columns, wonderful golden columns diffused by the beauty of it all. It lights just enough, more when you want, less when you don’t. All that’s left is the weightless pleasure of floating and being held everywhere in place for always.
Title: Float for Always
Fandom: Original
Rating: PG-13, I suppose, for what's implied
Summary: The solution to all is as simple as floating.
Title: Float for Always
Fandom: Original
Rating: PG-13, I suppose, for what's implied
Word: Overwhelmed
What is this feeling? This closing in. This entrapment. To say I’m overwhelmed would be too vague, too…unreachable. I sit here and watch all earth spin its way round and round turning my little piece of it soft blue and green, bright with the sheen of the sun as it lights every corner. Nothing is left in shadow, except me. I am here and yet … all I see are walls and darkness, limitations in the vast immense space of it all. Why? Why does it bother lighting this patch? It doesn’t matter anymore. No one cares. No one listens, or rather they listen but they do not hear me. What is it in me that keeps me from reaching out and making myself heard? Making them care.
Foolish. It is foolish to feel this glimmer of care. It means nothing. For I don’t care anymore. The solution is the simplest ever known. Shall I tell you? Will you tell them? They won’t hear me but they might you. It’s simple. Too simple. I’ll go there. To the bluest portion where shadows don’t matter and sunlight can fill nothing and everything because the sea is vast. Life is there. Water and motion embracing you, pulling you closer, deeper slowly. And the light beams through in columns, wonderful golden columns diffused by the beauty of it all. It lights just enough, more when you want, less when you don’t. All that’s left is the weightless pleasure of floating and being held everywhere in place for always.