Empty the World

[aesmael]

I noticed the world floating away.

I noticed the hope floating away.

I noticed other things.

I noticed my raft.

I noticed me.

I did not expect it to work so well. I did not expect it to go so badly. Yet here I am, alone.

I made the pattern, said the words, did my part and the world faded like a dream, spread away in every direction so swiftly it might have been a puff of smoke. All that was left was my raft, the little nest I had made in my basement, and my plummeting heart.

What I had wanted was a safe place to watch the world from, my own cosy cocoon. I never felt I belonged there, however much I loved it. The book offered me that, so why not take it? So long as I could observe I would be content.

It did work. I can step to the edge of the endless dark and cast my gaze wherever I wish. It is like peering through a film of milk. There is no wind now; what a funny thing to miss. There is no world, no connection. Not any more, Only images.

I left the book outside, such a foolish mistake to make. So that's it. I am to be a castaway. That's why I wrote this note. I wonder if any message in a bottle has ever travelled too far. If anyone ever finds it.

Robin Greer

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