The ocean of gloominess stretched before me and beyond any imagination, displaying all its magnificence and supremacy.
Fears and insecurities became ominous shadows that grew bigger, like intense storms dragging me deep into the abyss of oblivion.
Freezing was the wind that embraced me with its long, spiky arms like a sweet and sour betrayal that ripped my heart.
I would embrace non-existence rather than existence as a valley of distress and pain where I don’t find any place of joy and peace.
Not relying on trust anymore, searching desperately for the truth buried underneath, I laid down on the cold soil, waiting for my eternal slumber to drag me away.
Teardrops covered my face, freezing under the shapes of crystals and gems, now that nothing would have remained.
And so, I became a part of that frozen realm where all the trees and flowers were made of insensitive frost.
Not feeling anything anymore was my source of delight and amusement. I strived to forget all the memories as if I really never existed.
The ocean of gloominess enticed me with its mystery and illusions, its sovereignty and cruelty.
The nothingness lured me over and over again till I fell into the snare of the void where I coveted to finish like an ethereal dream of mine.
Hence, I fainted again in a deadly slumber, a permanent one from which I couldn’t wake anymore, becoming just a frail, glimmering snowflake.
Fleeting moments became remembrances to be obliterated like sand devoured by the wind. And dread overcame every little sparkle of mirth, leaving me adrift in the eternity of despair.
Esther Elizabeth Racah
