The return

Turning back again...

Covered by the darkness, she lies down beneath the trees. Her whole body vibrates as the cold wind pushes her body to the sides. But she is unaware of its touch. Like fingers made of thick ink, shadows crouch around her, entwining her limbs, breaking them like dry sticks. While she travels alongside aligned paths in her brain and memories, her outer cage becomes loose. Screw for screw for screw the plates, that hide her inner glow, break apart. Diminished to its essences, a protective covering entity loses its right to exist. Its function for what it has been created by nature before. Visions flicker across her closed lids, show a future she will never achieve as she is about to leave this sphere in which she is able to have something similar to the process called future. She sees herself flying like a bird with wide-spread wings and sharpened senses, catching fishes in a calm river that runs alongside the residual parts of her passing body. A few traces, memories of perceptions are relieved as she tries to awake the sleeping beauty with her feathery hands. However, she is about to realize that she is already fading from this world as the vision starts to crack. Small ruptures evolve around the sky that starts to crumble as if it is made of stone or glass. Pain, bitter pain, floats her lungs and she fights to stay while her soul already spreads its wings again to dissolve and reestablish again. The base of her innermost core is starting to lose its connection to the wonderful relaxed face of the asleep girl before her. As if she is trapped inside an ocean, her movements become heavy and she is unable to get back to the river which is seemingly calling for her like a last escape. Her ears register the slower thumps in the chest of the girl and the chest of the proud bird that is now spiraling and losing ground. A few moments she feels weightless as if everything around her is freed but after that she crashes. Flames lick around the core part, the essence of herself, set the will on fire, the will to survive. The water tastes bitter and burns her body but she has no time to spend it on crying or lamenting on the pain she endures. The suffering for a life she would have never before considered worthy until she saw the beauty in her own existence and the existence of life around her. She feels her heartbeat stopping as she breaks through the surface again, her lungs sucking in the sweet and sour oxygen, the air that fuels every part of living creature. Her lids open up as she feels embraced by the warm touch of a foreign existence that brought her back...