Lately, she’s been aware that things have seemed different. She doesn’t feel the darkness bearing on her anymore, the mass that threatened at times to smother her. Instead she knows what it is to feel the weightlessness that a child feels when she is skipping along without a care in the world, floating as if on clouds. It’s not all rose tinted spectacles and cotton candy though…sometimes, on one of those days, she comes across little fractures in her life that let an insidious amount of the darkness seep through. It is then that she is acutely aware of the sensation of time rushing away from her, like treacle dripping through her fingers, and she wonders if it is something that she can ever stop.
Little fractures is a perfect description. It’s worth remembering that such little fractures can also let in light, as well as darkness.
Wonderful writing. I’m hooked.
If the fractures only happen on “those” days, and the weightlessness occurs the rest of time… it sounds quite wonderful. Beautifully expressed.
lovely writing … *smiles*
Lovely post indeed. It was as if reading a perfect description of how I feel also, but much most eloquently written.