Hello everyone :D
Uhm, this drabble might seem a little strange but I really like it. C:
Inspiration for this came from 'Runaway' by Nelly Furtado...
Ja ne,
Temari 88
- (December 20th) Drown -
He knows what it means to drown - not in the common sense of the occurrence, no. He thinks maybe the common definition for such would have been far likable than the kind he is 'acquainted' to. He doesn't know what it means to drown in water... he only understands drowing in storming darkness, desperation, hatered... madness. Falling into those feelings, you don't have any other choice but to let your body get swallowed - the thickness those feelings are made of rend you unable to swim, to move, to fight your way out; you cannot scream, cry out, breathe - the muddy lead trapping your body invades your every pore, your body becoming a horrible burden you end up wishing you didn't have. He has been so close, so freaking close, to drown from all the dark and heavy emotions bottled up inside him back when he was younger... he shudders, every time he thinks back on it and he can only ask himself, how? How did he survive? How did he get out of that...? —An epiphany, then, hits him as he watches the blond turfs of hair gently caressing the tanned face relaxed in slumber: he simply let himself drown into something much brighter and lighter... something that was both calmer, sweeter and much, much deeper than a pond of muddy negative emotions... it was an ocean, blue like those eyes hidden beneath lids. He can't find it in him to feel regret, though—drowning in these waters felt great.