"I just want to go there, and sit on the pier with my legs hanging over the edge, listening to the waves as they gently crash into the rocky walls I’m sitting on. The eerie Quietness consuming my ears as they start to ring ever so lightly, just staring off into the distance and seeing the calm waters and the grey fog.
Sometimes I wish I could walk on water, so I could walk into the distance and see what’s out there, to see if there really is anything beyond the grey. Instead I’m sitting here alone with my thoughts and the sounds of the gentle calm waves in they’re natural flow. Turning around I see the building all darkened out like it’s been abandoned for quite some time, there really is no point to stay here anymore is there?.
Sometimes I think to myself how easy it would be to just stand up and fly, fly away from whatever place this is. I’ve tried to fly away in the past, but instead I was greeted with the cold cold water, so I had to swim back and sit back where I was. “I’ll try again another day”.
Maybe today was that day, maybe today was the day I actually flew beyond the husk of what used to be, and finally see beyond the grey. I stand up, ready myself for disappointment, and take flight. I can almost taste the grey fog this time, I can maybe even see past it…
This time was one too many, like the rest I was greeted with a cold feeling run up my body, soon enough all I can see is the sky slowly losing light, darkness consuming every part around me, the empty feeling I felt at the surface coming back to me, around me there’s… nothing
As I finally hit the bottom of the wavey floor, darkness consumed all around me, I somehow feel a sense of peace, a sense of belonging. I fit here, I belong here.
"I just want to go there, and sit on the pier with my legs hanging over the edge, listening to the waves as they gently crash into the rocky walls I’m sitting on. The eerie Quietness consuming my ears as they start to ring ever so lightly, just staring off into the distance and seeing the calm waters and the grey fog.
Sometimes I wish I could walk on water, so I could walk into the distance and see what’s out there, to see if there really is anything beyond the grey. Instead I’m sitting here alone with my thoughts and the sounds of the gentle calm waves in they’re natural flow. Turning around I see the building all darkened out like it’s been abandoned for quite some time, there really is no point to stay here anymore is there?.
Sometimes I think to myself how easy it would be to just stand up and fly, fly away from whatever place this is. I’ve tried to fly away in the past, but instead I was greeted with the cold cold water, so I had to swim back and sit back where I was. “I’ll try again another day”.
Maybe today was that day, maybe today was the day I actually flew beyond the husk of what used to be, and finally see beyond the grey. I stand up, ready myself for disappointment, and take flight. I can almost taste the grey fog this time, I can maybe even see past it…
This time was one too many, like the rest I was greeted with a cold feeling run up my body, soon enough all I can see is the sky slowly losing light, darkness consuming every part around me, the empty feeling I felt at the surface coming back to me, around me there’s… nothing
As I finally hit the bottom of the wavey floor, darkness consumed all around me, I somehow feel a sense of peace, a sense of belonging. I fit here, I belong here.
Is this what was beyond the grey fog?"
~ Anon 2022
That was beautiful. Thanks for sharing, fucker.