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the cold of the night which bites deep into their flesh. Despite their
perpetual misery, a gnawing envy grows within me.
A piercing jet of water soothes me as I prepare to enter its rising
wake. My fingers slide through the glistening velvet liquid delivering
an icy bite. Savouring the moment, my eyelids close and I remember
the sea, the majestic waves rolling in then away, and the constant
motion of simplicity calming my aching mind. The peace of the
deep. A place where thought and time are granted no entrance. I
wander there in my sleep, the gentle motion of the waves lull me
into a deep comfort, they carry me away from this world.
As I slide in to night, the icy velvet caresses me, extracting my
troubles, my fears. I float, rocking gently, softly, slowly away from
reality. Then I open my eyes, the crystal liquid obscuring my sight.
Maybe if I stay under I can dream forever. No. Just one more day...
The sound of static rouses me from my dreams, pulling me out of
peace. Grey walls, grey floors, grey rooms, grey clothing and grey
light are all harsh reminders of my reality. But what choice do I have?
What choice did I ever have? Daily, as I am injected into the flowing
current of people, the familiar sense of piercing eyes burning
through my back makes me wary. They have eyes everywhere, down
the darkest alley to the busiest street. Always watching them;
watching me.
Another minute, another hour, another day slips by without
significance. Time was once precious, now I welcome the thief of my
youth, it is my only friend, my one companion in this life. The
shadows dance around me as I pace along the dark lanes towards
home, yet even there I can find no solitude.
The door doesn’t click shut behind me; the lights fail to eliminate
the darkness and a cool draft breathes life into the sheer drapes that
billow and glide in the ghostly, chilling breeze. There are unseen
eyes buried in the shadows, I can feel them. The air is disturbed by
the deep breaths hidden within the darkness. I am frozen. Silence
consumes me. My heart beats so ferociously that I fear it may rip
open my ribs. I wait. A deep laughter erupts from the shadows,
piercing through the thick silence, echoing throughout the
apartment, rattling the windows and shaking the ground. My legs
give way under the sheer force of the sound, it weakens me.
Desperately, I crawl along the ground digging my fingertips into the
rough carpet, searching for shelter. I fall, the abrasive floor scrapes
The fear of
falling
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