Whispers of the abyss

She's lost. She's lost and confused, perplexed about her next move- we face many obstacles in life. Some we tackle and some we choose to live it. In her case, there's no apparent, practical or physical issue, yet she senses something amiss. Confusing, isn't it? The closest she can describe it to is that inner gut feeling- something of the sort. She doesn't know what to do or who to ask, because who was to possibly help her if she herself wasn't aware of her problem? Usually at times like this she goes to her quote unquote ‘secret escape’, according to her it's a place that brings her to peace where she can think without a care in the world. It's a place where she liberates herself from the need to feign specific emotions for others' approval. Here, she dedicates her thoughts solely to her own well-being and happiness, recognizing that if she doesn't prioritize herself, who else will?

To put this specific ‘place’ in words It's a tiny room with a lone window offering a glimpse of an endless expanse of an ocean beyond. In the center of the room sits a small but comfortable chair, dwarfed by the memories that envelop the surroundings. Every inch of the walls bears witness to a collage of nostalgia- polaroid's and framed pictures capturing the essence of her cherished moments, a visual tapestry woven from the fabric of her fondest memories. While she sits down on the chair staring at the ceiling reflecting the splashing of waves, their echoes reverberating through her thoughts, She picks her page up and starts writing with a pencil what you may ask? That again- she does not know, pondering over recent events, her recent reflections, recent moments of emotional disturbance and the people who equally contributed to her distress, However, she arrested her contemplation, recognizing that these negative reflections were precisely what she sought to evade – the very reason shes here in the first place. Ceasing her mental exploration, she encountered a singular dilemma. In a realm where self-reflection was a luxury she rarely indulged in, and the familiarity of these thoughts had become second nature, she grappled with the question: "Was there any alternative subject worthy of contemplation?" so lost with her pessimistic side of life she had forgotten the ecstasy of genuine happiness.

During her somewhat of an argumentation to decide what mood will captivate her evening, she heard a knock. Confused she got up opening the door only to find no one, she closed the door but before she could recoil to her chair she heard it again only this time accompanied with a muffled scream, this time even more muddled and slightly worried she opened the door only to find it empty yet again- however this time she noticed something, ”how were the rocks moving if there was no wind or earthquake?” she wondered.

And in that moment, a shadow cast upon her silhouette, swiftly followed by a forceful wave that engulfed her, rendering her unable to regain control. The mighty waves relentlessly crashed from wall to wall, as if intent on breaking down barriers. Despite her attempts to escape. she ultimately found herself drowning, gasping for air, taking deep breaths, she felt as if her head was reaching the ceiling of the room and very soon it did. In her final attempt to escape, she took one more deep breath when suddenly, she woke up from her sleep, breathless and clutching her chest. With furrowed eyebrows, she scanned her surroundings, only to realize that it was just a dream. However The question lingered: which part though?