I set a foot into the licking edges of an infinite. Beyond? A lip. A gaping throat. The abyss itself.
All around me, children played and teenagers tried or failed to make love.
Beyond lay waves that have kissed a dozen coasts. Beyond lay azure, cerulean, and emeralds rendered down to a juice that sparkles diamond-bright with salt. Under the sun. Under the moon. Under stars. Beyond the edges lie a thousand colors under a roaming band of sunsets. Beneath?
Darkness. The self-conscious tan, the uncomfortable cook and peel, and someone reads a book.
In that darkness are creatures vast enough to bring us back to a history that does not favor us. Lovecraft's unmentionable horrors reflect the sea that's right in front of us. It's swallowed ships, dreams, ambitions, and Amelia Earhart. If you dare to delve down deep, you will be crushed. If you rise or fall too quickly, bubbles will erupt inside your blood. She can't be forced, only courted.
Somewhere, my mother shouts that I'm daydreaming. My sister puts something cold against my neck. She thinks I'll snap awake, but I am awake. I'm awestruck, in love, and terrified.
I suck on a plastic, freezy cylinder thing while I contemplate that great blue frontier.
Man... freezy pops are rad. Treats and salt water make a man profound.
Prompt: A pelagic Anonymous asked me:
So glad to be home for a while. That said? I want to reblog stuff. Well, I want to reblog stuff with a review added. So if you want a piece reviewed? E-mail me and I'll reblog it. So there.
(c) 2013 Lawerence Hawkins. And as always, I welcome your prompts.