Depths 2

A Story by Kando

I walked. Next to the cliff where I could hear the waves crushing against the black sharp rocks.
I shivered. The wind was stiff and cold and wet, quickly draining every bit of warmth from my body. I needed to get fresh air. Well, the air was very fresh. In fact, it was horribly cold. The deja vu messed with my head although I still can’t recall what that was all about. Just the feeling that something was off. Yea, that’s not really enough to even start thinking about possible answers. It wasn’t just a ‚normal‘ deja vu people have every once in a while. No, it was more. So much more. But still… just a feeling. Oh what does it even matter? I continued walking. I’ve seen those rocks far too often. Looked down to them far too often and thought about them far too often. I’m not proud of that.

I put on music. The seagulls, the waves, the wind… everything became too much. Too much noise.

Bass filled my head. I relaxed. Completely. The repressed tension in my body loosened, I sat down on a plain rock. And drowned again. Forgot about the cold, forgot the wetness, forgot the wind, forgot everything and myself.

Dark. Darkness everywhere.