the cycle of the storm

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Science Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: February 21, 2017

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I have both longed for this and run from it. The stillness inside me, the absolute lack of thought and emotion. The ability to just be. A numbeness that starts in the mind and spreads through the body leaving me in a astate of near peace. It's so calming, Like sitting on a lake, calm and peaceful. It's both fantastic and terrifying. To feel nothing as if I could wink out of existene with the blink of an eye. The alternate is also fantastic and terrifying. To be completely consumed by emotion. Like being in the midst of a storm. A storm full of roaring wind and pelting rain. Of lightning that blinds you and thunder that shakes you to the core. A storm so firce and consuming it becomes all you know. The past and the future disappear in it's fury and your left wondering who and what you are. There is a power in that storem and if you open up and remove the bonds of your humanity you can become the storm. You can feel the power course through you and become that power. Become the storm, loose yourself in the storm. Again both terrifying and fantastic. If you don't embrace it then it will beat you down. it will feed on your fear and doubts and mock everything you are. It will push you into the darkest depths and lock you away with no ope of escape. The rain will sting you and cut you and the lightning will sear your skin. The thunder will break your bones and leave you in a heap alone in the depths. Wallowing in a despair so deep it encompases your entire being. It coats your soul in a film so thick and black that no light will ever reach you agan.

These are my options. This is my life. Moving from one phase to the next. Assaulted by the storm and beat down into nothingness, seeing the only option is to embrace the storm. To shed the bonds of my humanity and become the power that is the storm. That power consumed everything I am and leaves me feeling numb. The storm clears and i'm left sitting in the middle of my calm lake. Feeling drained of everything that makes me who I am yet also at peace. I see the cycle now and I know whats next. Is it worth it. Does that fantastic at least equal the terrible? Should I give it all up for a constant peace with no emotion or should I weather the storm, ride the power, and see where it takes me?


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