ESTUARY DROWNING

I am drifting away from this river of consciousness. The current that carries the residue of my past sleep deprivation is so strong that I am weakly akin into this stream of merry dreams.

            A vessel composed of fatigue weightlessness carry me gently on the laminar river. As it rocks delicately back and forth, I am taken slowly into an estuary— a common-point for reality and fantasy to meet.

            As it approaches the vertex of contradictory concepts of the mind, the water is introduced into turbulence akin to the rage of an impatient soul. Their encounter drives the boat to convulse and shake until it capsized into the murky mirage water.

            As the vast density of water engulfs my entity, my lungs were bombarded by a good of liquid death, compelling me to its side. I struggled but it seemed something from within was pulling me.

            “BREATH!!”, a slow and deep voice told me.

            I gasped in in astonishment as I heard the monstrous voice which allowed all of my breath to escape my poor body. It was a scene of hopelessness for I knew, that time, I was drowning.

            “YOU COULD BREATH!!”, said the voice again.

            “No I can’t!”, I replied to the voice with all my strength and a bit of angst.

            “YES!”, he replied.

            “No I can’t! Who are you?”, I told him with a loud voice.

            “YOU ARE SPEAKING…”, he replied again.

            It was only then that I have noticed I was breathing! I could speak as well!

            “How is this possible?!”, I asked him in glee.

            “YOU ARE DROWNING.”, his answer struck me with confusion.

            “What?! You told me I could breath and now you’re telling me I’m drowning?!”, I was starting to get mad.

            “YOU ARE DROWNING.”, he said again.

            “Can’t you see? I’m breathing underwater! Who are you? How is this possible?”

            “YOU ARE BREATHING IN A RIVER OF WATER, BUT YOU ARE DROWNING IN AN OCEAN OF YOUR THOUGHTS.”

            His words were powerful and loud enough to wake me back to reality. As I opened my eyes, I found myself back my the dark and stench bunker in the asylum.