They are not voices, no, mere... vibrations. A whisper, so to say, but I hear them all the time. They are.. there, constantly there and I find comfort with them. They rest with me, play with me when I kick about in my own capsule. But I know they have been changing, and the thrumming that echoes throughout our sanctuary grows faster, heavier. I will learn one day that it is a heart; it speaks to her, telling her that it is time for me to leave. I do not know this, though. I am at peace with the noise, ever thrumming and ever comforting...
Time to go, she says, the world around me that is. I know the voice - it is feminine, gentle and has been there from long before my mind can remember. There is another voice, too, but he is quieter, muffled by the fluid in which I lay. He tells me nothing, but he... comforts me, it is a presence within myself that tells me this moment has been expected, that I have known it all along. But she tells me I must go, and soon enough I am finding myself thrown about, tossed from the garden of Eden and into the cold, solid world. I am heavy here, the cold choking me with its icy fingers. I did not want to leave but she told me it was to happen, to happen now, and he told me it was always going to happen. Time meant nothing in the garden, though.
I cannot stand and I can no longer float, something I discover so suddenly. It is unnatural to be in such a place and I cry out, unsure as to where my voices have gone. I cannot feel the ripples of the world around me, the wet thrumming of a heart only inches from me; I hear nothing, see nothing but endless blackness and feel too much all around me. But somewhere... somewhere so close I hear that thrumming, that wet ba-bump of a heart. It calls for me and I fight towards it; even when I feel warmth over my belly, hard teeth picking me up, I kick and scream in desperation. I want to be near that sound, that voice, that ripple of air. The heart, she calls to me and when I am near, I bury myself in the folds of warmth and feather-light fur that surrounds it. I can feel her so close, comforting me... always comforting me. I can feel them, too, beside me - those who had shared with me in the garden. We are all here and finally, I feel... almost at peace.
wraith
|
