Title: The trick is to keep breathing
Author: Athena.
Email: atheniandream@aol.com
Content Warnings: thoughts
Pairings: Not really, slight innuendo suggested.
Spoilers: Maybe heroes, mostly 1-7 ALL
Season: Seven.
Rating: PG
Summary: People...they have these moments.
Author's notes: SPELLCHECKED BUT NOT BETA'D
Archive: Anywhere. I'm my own publicist.
Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING. I know this.
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The trick is to keep breathing.
Steady enough, long enough, quiet enough, to fight *it*. To burn *it* away, ripping it from the edge of your worth, wanting to tear at your arms and face. Trying desperately to escape fast enough to take another risky breath. And as you do, you are awakened by the notion,
That this isn't forever.
Not ever and ever on a star-stranded planet; where the people you love are near, but the people you never had the chance to love as much as you wanted, seem to float distantly,
Up,
Away,
Under,
From you.
And all you can do is watch them. As if passing between a solid, etching on the glass to one side, handprints marking the glass in front. And you watch them, silently screaming, and echoing cries into your mind, without the fear of them escaping as momentary panic catches you.
You think of all the alternate realities where the people you love the most know you, have you, and see you as you see them. This isn't one of those. The life you lead is stretched within an inch of your sanity, and you are barely able to recognize your own face.
Only in that timeless second, where you lay your head to the pillow, and blink at the softness, which engulfs your face welcomingly, do you find, peace. Sanctuary. Given to you like a life-saving breath under murky water. You forget, every intricate little detail of the day, month, year, and moment; small or large that colours you, black and blue. Deaths, missing person's ads, famine, rage, murder, rape, war, obliteration. And inch-by-inch, the smaller, purer things surface along with the black of life only to bathe the world in white. Love, happiness, care, victory, overwhelming passions for certain individuals and annoyingly difficult Colonels...
And when that second is over,
You're back in that world you wanted to leave, and you know that it's not long until you drown again.
After all,
The trick is keep breathing....
Long enough to find another second to cherish.
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I wrote this, and don't' really know why.
Like to know what you think.
Athena
Author: Athena.
Email: atheniandream@aol.com
Content Warnings: thoughts
Pairings: Not really, slight innuendo suggested.
Spoilers: Maybe heroes, mostly 1-7 ALL
Season: Seven.
Rating: PG
Summary: People...they have these moments.
Author's notes: SPELLCHECKED BUT NOT BETA'D
Archive: Anywhere. I'm my own publicist.
Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING. I know this.
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The trick is to keep breathing.
Steady enough, long enough, quiet enough, to fight *it*. To burn *it* away, ripping it from the edge of your worth, wanting to tear at your arms and face. Trying desperately to escape fast enough to take another risky breath. And as you do, you are awakened by the notion,
That this isn't forever.
Not ever and ever on a star-stranded planet; where the people you love are near, but the people you never had the chance to love as much as you wanted, seem to float distantly,
Up,
Away,
Under,
From you.
And all you can do is watch them. As if passing between a solid, etching on the glass to one side, handprints marking the glass in front. And you watch them, silently screaming, and echoing cries into your mind, without the fear of them escaping as momentary panic catches you.
You think of all the alternate realities where the people you love the most know you, have you, and see you as you see them. This isn't one of those. The life you lead is stretched within an inch of your sanity, and you are barely able to recognize your own face.
Only in that timeless second, where you lay your head to the pillow, and blink at the softness, which engulfs your face welcomingly, do you find, peace. Sanctuary. Given to you like a life-saving breath under murky water. You forget, every intricate little detail of the day, month, year, and moment; small or large that colours you, black and blue. Deaths, missing person's ads, famine, rage, murder, rape, war, obliteration. And inch-by-inch, the smaller, purer things surface along with the black of life only to bathe the world in white. Love, happiness, care, victory, overwhelming passions for certain individuals and annoyingly difficult Colonels...
And when that second is over,
You're back in that world you wanted to leave, and you know that it's not long until you drown again.
After all,
The trick is keep breathing....
Long enough to find another second to cherish.
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I wrote this, and don't' really know why.
Like to know what you think.
Athena