Silent Sea

  The boat continued hissing above the water. His arms was wrapped around her waist as she pushed forward with all her strength. Her shirt was sloppy against her skin. She was going to do everything to get it back. Regret was hanging over her shoulders. There was so much fumbling above the boat. There was a brief moment where his arms weren't restraining her so tightly. She headed straight for the water. The lean water consumed her. A giant wave of darkness surrounded her completely. A unique glistening of light below her had caught her eye. The vacuous water pulled her body down to the sea's shore. She stood aloof on the sea bottom, smiling as her ring sat before her. She held the precious item in her hand and admired the thought of her husband back on the boat, happy that she retrieved it. Gravity became defective as she began floating upward toward the light above her.

   There was a vast moment where she closed her eyes and her breathing ceased. Ahead of her was nothing, but hope for the best. It felt as if something had hit her upper body three times. She opened her eyes and a small, tan fish put his lips next to her ear and spoke the words "come back to me". In the blink of an eye, that teeny-tiny fish grew to the size of a whale. It held a vengeful look in it's eye as it was the only thing she could see. The rest of it was pitch black, darkness. It swam next to her and it's spotless fin went against the crease of her back. For a good moment she thought she was going to die, but the next minute she was being lifted out of the water.

   A bright light pierced her eyes and the sea was gone from sight. A boy with a greedy smile was posted on a picture on a wall across from her. A cooing was heard from the television across her bed. Her violet nails wrapped around a hand of his. His eyes were tough and his breathing was rough. "You're lucky that I was right behind you. What were you thinking?" She took a deep breath before speaking up, "I was thinking about you. A symbol of our love, gone, I had to get it back." With a face so pale, she was too weak to sit up. He sat sick and held out a small red box. An exciting yet curious emotion ran through her body. She took the box and slowly opened it. She felt ashamed of what he had done. Her dysfunctional heart was selfish. She risked her life for a ring that she believed was the symbol of their relationship, when the symbol was the two of them. The plastic box sat next to her as he slid the ring on her finger. A green plan bushed against the back of her neck. She turned around to a bouquet of flowers placed on the back of her bed. The various colors lit the dull room. His attitude was sassy, but he smiled the whole way through. The ring was acceptable, not like the last one, but anything from him was enough to lift her spirits. Hand in hand he spoke the words, "I love you."

Too Far From Depression

As the leaves blow in the wind singing a song of pain and sorrow, they dance through the night. I sit silently, watching them as they fall and blow away in a dance of illustrious wonder, but I look unto the trees and notice how lonely and cold they have become. The once beautiful branches that use to bare fruits and bring color to the world have now become gloomy, misery-filled faces of what was once summer. I guess this is why they call fall the beginning of eternal rest. It seems so pure. I am surrounded with the beauty of colors. The presence of death still illuminates over the world controlling how we rationalize ourselves and our movements. I have decided to embrace this fate which was brought upon me for there is no escape. We can only postpone the imminent, so instead of living in fear I shall coexist with my insecurities. I spend my night gazing up at the moon until I fall asleep, dreaming only of the comfort which was given to me by the moon and the light in which seems to brighten the world but in truth is as lonely as I am. I await the day when I can share my true feelings with another who understands the loneliness of the moon and watches the dance of sorrow.  I keep hope alive for that day to come and for that reason I am too far away for depression to catch me. I smile because I know that my other half is waiting for me.

A Time To Love

   There was a sticky substance on the tombstone. The day was dark. There was no sound coming from anywhere. Perfect. She sat down above where he had been buried. She chanted quietly. Chanted their love song. She chanted their love song as tears rolled down her face. There, she folded over to have her forehead touch her knees. She cried. 
   The clouds were gray. There was no sound coming from anywhere. She was ready for anything. A light touch grazed her back. Her eyes opened wide before she could lift her head. There he was. He looked back at her smiling. He reached out for her. She reached for his hand and grasped it. The jittery feeling of disbelief filled her lungs. She couldn't say a word. A misty fog surrounded them as an instrumental played softly. He pulled her in close and they danced.     A lightening's roar was heard so loud that it shook the Earth. They danced. She was taken aback by what he was wearing. He wore the necklace she bought him 20 years ago for his birthday. She laid her head on his shoulder. They danced slowly. The roaring never stopped. Lightening flashed in the sky almost every second, making a strobe-like appearance. It shook the Earth a million times harder. Trees fell, buildings collapsed, no one screamed. She closed her eyes as they shared this forever secretive moment. His body looked imaginary as if he was a ghost. She could see right through him. The moment was excellent.
   The ground broke beneath them and she opened her eyes. What had happened could be disagreeable. A new feeling overwhelmed her body as she slowly stood up. A black cat went purring across her path. Something greasy was cold on the left side of her neck. Had she just been delirious this whole time? A corner of her heart was filled with happiness. Only a corner because her love for life had been scarce ever since he died. No one on the Earth could have known her misery.
   The clouds were foamy. There was no sound coming from anywhere. The world was calm. Her heart had been enchanted. She steadily walked back to her wretched life, with nothing but hope for tomorrow.