The dictionary says that a current is the part of a fluid body (such as air or water) moving continuously in a certain direction; the swiftest part of a stream; a tidal or nontidal movement of lake or ocean water; flow marked by force or strength; a tendency or course of events that is usually the result of an interplay of forces currents of public opinion; a prevailing mood, a flow of electric charge and the rate of such flow.
https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/current
It happened gradually, without me noticing. The current started from the calm and clear source of our amalgamation. It was slowly and sinuously moving forward into the future. Almost gracefully, perfectly composed in our seemingly perfect earthly palace. I embraced his beauty and felt safe in the aesthetically pleasing exterior of our life together.
The fluidity of my journey on this picturesque path seemed natural. I had to fight and concentrate on staying afloat, though, and my journey was not fluid. I couldn’t follow the impulse of steering into my own direction. The current was calm but persistently too strong for me. I learnt to go with it. I will survive, because there is beauty present – my nemesis accompanied me on my floating reality.
Providing I could see the clouds above, I felt safe.
I ensured that they were visible from my vantage point as I was moving gracefully with the water. Floating in my almost perfect reality. The clouds were overbearingly beautiful. Aim. Click. Aim. Click. A picture perfect image. Captured.
Captured.
Currents are usually influenced by what is lurking under the peaceful exterior. Mine was no exception. The clouds above gradually started turning darker as I continued on my Ophelian journey into the future. The plants underneath the water started scratching my back lightly, but I could endure it. I moved my body slightly away from the current in order to not experience the pain. But every time I made an effort to escape I was drawn back cruelly into the inevitable current of destruction. I was unaware of what was to come.
The clouds became darker. I am used to darkness…. so why could I not breathe? I did not know why. The clouds were trying to warn me of the journey of doom, and I wallowed in their breathtaking beauty.
Celestial Limininality 