Makes me miss my long hair, and my figure ) :_________________________________
I close my eyes, perhaps for the last time. I don’t have any reason to open them anymore anyway. I’m tired, my body sinking deep into the ground, heavy and sliding into the melting floor. The pulses in my ears thud heavily, like deep footsteps of a brawny, burly man. The strenuous, nagging pains in my eyes slowly decay like flowers.
I’ve grown tired and weary of this world, deranged enough to know that I can still remain sane throughout my entire existence. My arms slowly drag themselves deeper into the ground and even slower, my legs and gulping down my entire body. All that’s left is my breath that burns my lips.
My tongue slips out to lick away the sweat from my upper lip, cringing with the salty taste that scorches my insipid taste buds. My world has suddenly been covered with a dark cloth, pressure heavy against my eyes. My pupils are darting back and forth under my lids, but nothing could make me open them.
A last breath of air, and soon no more.
I remember the quay where I used to dangle my legs, feeling it lick my toes, running their silvery smooth selves around the whole, entire vast ocean. Rolling horses crashed into each other, in the waves and in the cloud, sun burnt and lonely on a lovely spring day. My hands found their way to the back of my head, caught in between the thick dark hair, and the sandy, deserted dock.
The gold sheen of sunlight hugs me in its warmth, and I’ve never felt anything better. The waves, the sun, the sea, the light, the dock, the sand, the beach, the sights, the sounds, or rather no sounds to disrupt me.
“You may wake up now.”
My eyes shot open like a bursting balloon, a sharp ringing in my ears. The lights are turned on, and I hear the gathering of things, and the shuffling of feet, the gentle thuds on the ground. I hear laughter, and talks about family and careers. I can feel the blood in my brain boiling, and myself groaning inwardly, now lucid and awake.
“We’ve got another class coming, dear.”
I get up and roll up the soft mat, eying the ground like at any moment; it might open up and swallow me whole. Shoving the red mat into my bag, I thank the teacher and smiled contently. She gave a polite nod in return.
YOGA IS THE SHIZZITS.
And so am I.
GIGGLE :D
I’ve grown tired and weary of this world, deranged enough to know that I can still remain sane throughout my entire existence. My arms slowly drag themselves deeper into the ground and even slower, my legs and gulping down my entire body. All that’s left is my breath that burns my lips.
My tongue slips out to lick away the sweat from my upper lip, cringing with the salty taste that scorches my insipid taste buds. My world has suddenly been covered with a dark cloth, pressure heavy against my eyes. My pupils are darting back and forth under my lids, but nothing could make me open them.
A last breath of air, and soon no more.
I remember the quay where I used to dangle my legs, feeling it lick my toes, running their silvery smooth selves around the whole, entire vast ocean. Rolling horses crashed into each other, in the waves and in the cloud, sun burnt and lonely on a lovely spring day. My hands found their way to the back of my head, caught in between the thick dark hair, and the sandy, deserted dock.
The gold sheen of sunlight hugs me in its warmth, and I’ve never felt anything better. The waves, the sun, the sea, the light, the dock, the sand, the beach, the sights, the sounds, or rather no sounds to disrupt me.
“You may wake up now.”
My eyes shot open like a bursting balloon, a sharp ringing in my ears. The lights are turned on, and I hear the gathering of things, and the shuffling of feet, the gentle thuds on the ground. I hear laughter, and talks about family and careers. I can feel the blood in my brain boiling, and myself groaning inwardly, now lucid and awake.
“We’ve got another class coming, dear.”
I get up and roll up the soft mat, eying the ground like at any moment; it might open up and swallow me whole. Shoving the red mat into my bag, I thank the teacher and smiled contently. She gave a polite nod in return.
YOGA IS THE SHIZZITS.
And so am I.
GIGGLE :D
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