Time

Time was no longer of any importance. I had lost focus on the pulse of time, the breath of time, the continuity, the music of life. With the key still in my hand I unlocked the weights attached to my feet weighing me down the way my feelings did, the way I felt the world had. Like Atlas, burdened by the weight of the world eternally on his shoulders although, unlike him, I lacked the godly strength to continue any longer.

As I stood up with key in hand I slung back my arm, closed my eyes and as I was about to thrust my arm forward and make a wish I suddenly stopped. A wish, was not a guarantee. I paused, inhaled and as I threw with all my might, I made a promise to myself and dove into the water. Entering first with my fingertips, then my head, my heart, my reproductive organs, and my feet. What had propelled me was the opposite and by the time I entered it was too late for me to see where the key had landed and too late to hear it enter the water. I was relieved. In the one place I physically couldn’t breathe, I finally could. I was free. I had been released and instead of letting the water imprison me, I let it surround me.


One thought on “Time

  1. Great post. I loved when I read the following sentences, “A wish, was not a guarantee. I paused, inhaled and as I threw with all my might, I made a promise to myself and dove into the water.” It makes me think that she, because in my mind the character of the story is a female, made the decision to stop wishing and do something about what she wants. I also can’t help but to think that this is the story of death and rebirth and that she’s is finally alive. Because to live doesn’t mean you’re alive.

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