Treasure Island

James Rektor


The lake


I look at the smooth and slow flowing water. I wonder what it would be like to move forward and never look back. Or never stay or be in the same place twice.

I can stand there for hours just to watch the water and to hear the water.
I see my reflection.
As I watch my reflection in the water I see my sad expression and wonder if the water can see me.

I run my fingers through the water.
I see many ripples appear as if the water is flinching from the pain I'm causing it.
I wonder if the water can feel me.........feel my pain.

I wish I could float on the water and let it carry me anywhere and everywhere it goes.

I step into the water. I feel the coolness of the water and I start to shiver.
I feel my body relaxing,
I feel my heart go from racing to freefalling.
I concentrate on the sunny and blue sky.
I start to float.
I feel the water pass by me
I realize that nothing in the world can take away this feeling..........The feeling of me happy.

Submitted: Thursday, October 17, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, October 23, 2013

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