Entry #7

This ocean is a large one.

2009-04-06 14:56:32 by Dj-Flux

This ocean is a large one. This deep blue body of misfortune, lies, and despair absorbs anyone who strays to far from their path. Those who linger on lost loves, those who can't move on, those who abuse and trick the innocent, those who regret, everyone ends up in this ocean eventually. You float for days, weeks, months, sometimes years, without a moment to breathe; you drown and sink deeper into this black, silent hell. No matter how strong your will, no matter how big your wall, no matter who you are, this ocean will drag you into its never-ending maelstrom and crush you, once you get caught in the storm there's no easy way out.

In the beginning you can hear the other people's cries, their screams of sorrow, you can connect to them and as you sob; your tears only make the ocean bigger. Those still alive, the ones with their head above the water, will always try to reach out and grab the sinking. It is in their nature to try and grasp the quickly fleeting life, they desperately need someone to grab onto before they can no longer keep themselves afloat; the sinking are the easiest prey to confide in. You throw out your hand, someone grabs it, your friend maybe, family member, your lost love, you have no choice but to feed the ocean with your grief and make this maelstrom larger. You grab on with all the strength left in your drained soul, and quickly you find that you cannot be pulled back up by anyone. After this realization you have no choice but to release that friendly, loving arm, wanting to drag you back up to the surface; the pain is too great.

Soon you stop listening to the cries of the others; everything becomes silent as you sink slowly into your own depth of this watery tomb. You slowly drain, becoming a shell, and as you cry your emotions leave you, seeping into the darkness forever. You sink farther and farther until you're long forgotten, until nobody can remember your name or reach you. Eventually you stop crying, but as soon as that happens you also stop everything else. That blank expression on your face, that emotionless body, those cold dark eyes; forever falling. You can never reach the bottom, for this ocean never ends, and it will take everything you ever had or once enjoyed.

Floating alone in this dark, silent place, you lose your way. Straying farther along the path that got you stranded in this depth to begin with. You had a life once. You had a family, you had wonderful friends who had your back every step of the way, and you even had that one special person that made you shine brighter than every star in the night sky. That light is long gone now, you can no longer remember what color it shone, how bright it was, or why it made you what it did. Those people aren't with you as you sink, nobody can reach you.

Eventually you sink so deep you can begin to find a faint light. You'll follow that light with every ounce of will you have left; you'll call out to it, remembering those terrible emotions you banished forever ago. Those tears will begin to flow again as you feel the warmth of that light on your face, and as you reach out and push through that light, blinding all your senses and making you numb and impervious to pain, you'll forget about that cold, dark, lonely ocean. Through that light a hand will reach out, there is no face, only a gentle reach grasping onto you.

You all know who grabbed onto you, who made you shine the way you did, who saved you from those depths of hell. Eventually we will all fall again though, as that person pulls us from the ocean we find ourselves falling in the sky, with that gentle light holding on to us as we fly.

We all fall.


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secondstampsecondstamp

2009-04-06 16:05:24

That was brilliant. I'm totally honest.

Dj-Flux responds:

I'm glad you think so.

It's my personal analogy of grief.


AverageNewgrounderAverageNewgrounder

2009-04-06 16:27:23

That was really gay. I'm totally honest.

Dj-Flux responds:

Too bad.


puppet-master1puppet-master1

2009-04-06 20:19:36

AverageNewgrounder is an idiot. this is truey an amazing piece of writing. so, as it seems you are not only a musician but a poet as well!

Dj-Flux responds:

I'm in touch with my arts. :]


ShintokuShintoku

2009-04-06 22:37:40

Great piece. Do more.

Dj-Flux responds:

I have many writings, but I can't post them all on the front page at once. This was just my most recent.

I will definitely post more as they come, though.


zNelson24zNelson24

2009-04-07 00:06:41

Somewhat creepy, but good work!

Dj-Flux responds:

It's easier to understand if you've experienced the emotion being expressed.


PBassPBass

2009-04-07 02:13:27

That was honest. I'm totally brilliant.

Dj-Flux responds:

That's a trick.


SausauSausau

2009-04-07 07:58:25

Good idea. Yet you are too repetitive, describe more emotions and feelings with other words, instead of using other words to describe less. The vocabulary is pretty poetic, this is a plus. Keep up ! Words are the smart's weapons.

Dj-Flux responds:

I try to use as many similes and other words as I can to keep from repeating myself.

It's not very easy. x.x


Tekken9292Tekken9292

2009-04-07 18:05:24

-_-

^Serious anon is not amused.

Dj-Flux responds:

I see.


sammontaguesammontague

2009-04-09 14:23:49

that was brilliant how long it take to make/write.

Dj-Flux responds:

Not more than an hour.

I don't really think when I write these things. It just comes out.


cargen71022cargen71022

2009-04-14 19:42:35

We rise and fall. We crash and and burn. Get lost in the road of life too often not because of the fact we have lost our way, but rather we forget that who put the feet on that road to begin with. We so easily forget that we can move on. We can be strong. We can press forward and reach what we are wishing to obtain. Passion is the sole driving force in anything and everything a person does. Pain is pain, but at what end did you find what happiness is? What love is? Love is many things. And to know the pain of losing love is to honestly and truely understand what its all about. The Heart will grow strong and then...only then will you find the answers. But until then. Write....compose....dream....this shall be a building block that defines you and what you will appreciate further along the path of life. Stand tall. Stand strong. Live and life will follow. Always remember that the strongest light comes from within. And to shine that light is to draw others from the darkness.

And this concludes my ramble. Hope it helps. =D


DevilDog016DevilDog016

2009-04-23 12:49:22

That's heart and soul right there. Have this imaginary home-baked blueberry cookie.


FaintlyFaintly

2009-04-24 11:18:10

Very nice, sad tho.


Agitat0rAgitat0r

2009-04-25 10:20:27

Really nice. Sounds similar to where I came from.

No escape, no hope. Fearless and painful...


OmarShehataOmarShehata

2009-04-28 13:07:14

It appears that you are both a musician and a writer! That was some great work. I recommend you check out the newgrounds writing contest if you haven't already.

http://www.newgrounds.com/bbs/topic/1 045596

Dj-Flux responds:

I'd love to enter, but I can only write when I really feel it. It's not an "on command" thing I can do, usually. :[

I'd submit this piece, because it definitely ties into birth and rebirth, but it's 125 words too short, and I don't want to modify or edit in fear of ruining the essence. :[


statueofdiveostatueofdiveo

2009-04-30 18:08:55

wow

Dj-Flux responds:

I suppose that's a suitable response. :]


danicosdanicos

2009-05-14 20:27:20

UR shit rocks!
Hey Mark Twain,post on my userpage.
indeed I may act like an attention whore at times

Dj-Flux responds:

Mark Twain? That's one I haven't heard before. =P


danicosdanicos

2009-05-19 20:57:42

It reminds me...


MusicMyOxygenMusicMyOxygen

2009-06-08 15:43:44

Beautiful. Truly beautiful. I feel for ya man. Been there, heck I probably still am.