Into The Sea

The dark will consume you, you know that right?

What do I do about it? How do I make it stop?

Make it stop? It is what is called an inevitable outcome, the bi-product of a hatred you have built for years. You can’t just choose to forget the past, when it wants you, it will come for you.

But I only ever meant to know why, never for a sinful desire to be fulfilled…I promise I am not a bad man.

But that is not what you tell yourself at night, it’s not the prayer you recite in your head throughout the day.

No…I suppose it isn’t.

Correct, it is not. Just listen to your mind when the air is most still. It will tell you things, show you a new perspective, allow you to understand yourself so much more. You can’t just shut out yourself too.

But I don’t want anyone involved, I can’t let them know.

Know what? That you are ever more punished by your own hand? That it is not the misery of your own life that plagues you, but the people you hold closest? How come you don’t just say that, let them know that you care?

Because I cannot be selfish, it would be wrong of me to indulge in my wants and needs when I remain so inferior to the rest of the world.

Ah, now we’re getting somewhere with you.

Why do you say that? I have told you nothing.

You have told me everything.

Do tell then, what piece of information have I overturned to your possession, especially when I feel as if everything I hold inside is not something I’d so easily part with?

As the water rises, you sink beneath the surface. As much fear that you have of the long plummet to the floor, it is overcome by your fascination with how it feels to be consumed by a force not your own. You long to be taken down into the sea, so that maybe someday you can be forgotten amongst all else lost to the madness of the ocean. You will slowly become a memory, only ever to be thought of when the water rises, the sky unfolds to let loose it’s own terror and the mind of yet another is to be consumed by the dark just like you.

Tell me this, why do you think it will happen to me?

Because you do nothing to prevent it, what other conclusion can be made when you travel the same path, never veering away towards the light?

Things change…

But you don’t.