"Looking up from underneath
Fractured moonlight on the sea
Reflections still look the same to me
As before I went under
And it's peaceful in the deep
Cathedral where you cannot breathe
No need to pray no need to speak
Now I am under all
And it's breaking over me
A thousand miles down to the sea bed
Found the place to rest my head
Never let me go
And the arms of the ocean are carrying me
And all this devotion was rushing out of me
And the crashes are heaven for a sinner like me
But the arms of the ocean deliver me
Though the pressure's hard to take
It's the only way I can escape
It seems a heavy choice to make
And now I am under all
And it's over
And I'm going under
But I'm not giving up
I'm just giving in
I'm slipping underneath
So cold and so sweet
And the arms of the ocean
So sweet and so cold
And all this devotion I never knew at all
In the crushes of heaven for a sinner released
But the arms of the ocean delivered me."
-"Never Let me Go" Florence + The Machine
Alone and in the dark the female wolf laid, surrounded by sea weed and debris from an ancient time. Her muzzle was stained with her struggle, her muscles fatigued and torn, she was a pathetic sight. Her eyes were glazed over with the confession of her defeat, ears pinned back, admitting to herself that she was a failure. She laid there for hours, unable to muster up the strength or the will to carry on, to try again, or to forget it and move on. She began to hack up more of her own blood, drips flying onto the wet sand, causing it to spread and dilute, momentarily staining the ground in which she was beached. Images and thoughts were racing through her head, was it worth it? Should she try again? How badly did she want it? What exactly did she want? She was confused and alone, blinded by a dream. Minutes seemed like hours as she continued to lay there, staring off into space, pretending she didn't exist, that maybe if she stared long enough at nothing she'd just fade away. The waves continued to crash against her, mockingly. The crashes were deafening, they sounded like they were laughing, or maybe they were inviting her back into the deep, offering her another chance to swim away, to find a purpose, to change. She thought numerous times about just rolling into them, they were practically begging her at this point, lapping at her damp withered body. She felt connected to the ocean, felt like it was part of her almost. She always thought of it as a mentor, or a guardian, or maybe even heaven. This is why she decided to swim out in the first place, hoping that maybe she'd just disintegrate and become one with the sea, she longed for the release, for the waves to take her....but here she lay, a failure, the ocean had rejected her, spit her out on a foreign coast, and she had never felt so alone...She could feel death leaning over her, staring and waiting for her next move. Was this purgatory? She could see the light but it was so far off, like a light house on a distant cliff. The waves continued to taunt her, asking for another chance, asking for her...She wanted the ocean to have her, to take her away from this scary place but she could not move, even if she wanted to roll back in she'd be beached again as she did not have the strength to swim. These thoughts kept her mind company throughout the night until eventually she slipped away. The moon gave way to the sun and the waves had given up and sank back into the ocean, the bright sun and the heat of the now dry sand caused her to open her eyes, she had fallen asleep. The much needed rest returned her strength and she looked around her, she was still in the same spot she washed up on. This was her chance to make something of a bad situation but she didn't know her way. She rose to her paws and glanced out over the sea. She still yearned for it, wanted it more then anything, but for now she began to walk down the beach, trying to find her way back home.
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, I did not draw this!!!! I just wrote the story!Original submission: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/8340825/
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Marvelous work! The writing sippet really describes that feeling of limbo we all can go through on a regular basis. It's almost inspiring by hitting the hollow low feeling so directly. I'm sure that anyone who reads this, it will strike a chord and make them respect that they are alive and well.
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