It was dark, so dark that it felt like death.
Violet looked up and she saw a star, that was all she needs to realize she was still alive.
Eventually, violet decided to get out of that hole. It was getting lonely and cold. She could hear the distant echoes of faraway hopes, her mother laughing, her dad singing and her dreams shattering like a vase hitting the floor played on loop. She swam in the sea of emptiness and reached the surface.
She took her first breath and a storm of cold water came out from the darkness of the forest and filled her lungs with heaviness. Violet was no longer drowning, she had become the sea.
It’s been a couple weeks since the warm rays of light danced off Violet’s corse purple skin. Her pace was slow and her lungs were heavy. She floated gracefully in the streets then collapsed as soon as she got home. Her back arched, forcing her to lie on the floor like a foetus with a hand on her ear trying to silence the ringing and another on her chest trying to ease the weight of the sea storming inside of her.
Violet tried to give meaning to her life but she knew that just because she couldn’t see it doesn’t mean it ceased to haunt her. The star of the apathetic was hovering over her head reminding her of how mundane everything was and how everything was so insignificant in the grander plan, it wasn’t even worth fighting for.
But she somehow got to see the sparks in people’s eyes, their smiles bewildered her and the creeping ashes forming liaisons on her purple skin was comforting. Violet sat naked often and made peace with all her imperfections. She drowned her awkwardness in seas of bourbon and she danced until all the stars dissapeared from the nightsky. She had decided not to have a purpose in life, to bury her dreams in the black sea where they would sink in and join all the other lost dreams, forsaken wishes and broken promises.
The sea inside of her became calm.
the sea inside of her died.