Ramblings: Blabber.
I stand on the sand, right where the waves recede from the tips of my toes and watch her. She has been knocked submissive under the surface of the water by the waves of her doubt and anxiety. Underneath the water, her face is pale and her eyes no longer carry the same brightness that it had once sheltered so persistently. Her mouth now curls downwards, and her eyebrows furrow together towards the middle. And there she floats beneath the sea, floating around in a vast emptiness of nothing.
I watch her. And I call to her. But she doesn’t respond.
Her eyes are blank, her expression is blank, the hands of which had once been so deft are now idle and the sounds of her laughter are now substituted by the roaring of the currents in which her malignant thoughts swim rampant, preventing her from swimming to the surface.
But I for one cannot take this any longer. I let the waves carry me out to the open sea, and I push my way through the waves, and through the currents to finally reach her in the middle of a blank darkness. Her skin is cold, but she is still somewhat conscious. I pull her out. Past the currents of her endless negative thinking, past the waves of her doubt and anxiety and I carry her onto shore.
She breathes once more, and color returns to her face. She is weakened, but she still manages to stand up as she realizes what has happened. She has been given another chance. And she looks at me, her eyes returning some of its color as I see my reflection inside of it.
She begins walking, and I know, things are going to be okay again.
Welcome home.
