December 26th, 2004.
All you hear is the swoosh of water, the screams of civilians and the cries of children looking for their mothers, with the occasional moments of silence. All you feel is cold, thick, water mixed pieces of plants and garbage all around you, the water going up your nose, into your burning eyes, and into what once was clean hair. All you smell is the stank of sewage, garbage, and that smell you normally would smell after some heavy rain fall. All you see is...well, nothing. Once you move your dirty, scruffy hair out of your face, you open your eyes to nothing, just water, lots of water, and the indescribable view of the people, the people who couldn't get away.
You feel alone, like you're the last person on Earth, with no one to tell you, "it's alright, you're going to be okay." The truth is, you don't feel alright, and you surely DON'T feel okay. To be frank, you feel so unsafe at this very moment, no knowing when the dark, heavy, cold water will hit you again. You're afraid that if you move the slightest bit, your world will come crashing down on you.
You close your eyes, you take a deep breath, and move your cold, wrinkled toes the slightest bit forward. With your shivering hands clenched in the tightest fists possible, you open your eyes, nothing has change.
You see that there's a building in the distance, and say to yourself, "I can make it over there, I can swim," and that's exactly what you do.
You start swimming, the fastest, the hardest you've ever swam before. While you swim, you just think about how those swimming lessons payed off, and how this is nothing like what you pictured when booked a flight around the world.
You make it to the building where the water seemed to have died down. You get the top of the building in case IT comes back again, and just fall to the ground. Your body is so weak and tired, but you can still feel the adrenaline pumping through your body. You blink three times, and look to the grey sky.
You wonder, "how did I get here?"
First off, your blog is beautiful. Love the idea of the flowers and the petals.
ReplyDeleteI liked this post, it was really well written. The discription of the water and the sewage was especially good, it was if I was seeing it right in front of me and smelling the smells. Loved it.