Immobile

Your stuck, in a huge ocean of quick sand. oxygen being squeezed out from your body. The climax of something fast approching. Youve come to terms with your situation. In some ways your content. You know whats going to happen. You expect it, you want it, but just as your about to go under. Everything stops. Swallowed whole. Legs, arms, everything but your head. You can see, and hear, and taste the grittyness in your mouth. This is much worse. Now theres nothing to do but wait. Wait. Wait for someone to come save you. Pull you out of the ocean. You curse the ground. Why? Why not just be done with me? Why taunt me? Why torture me? Your stuck. But as you look through the tears you see...everything. A sunset casts a fiery glow across the sky. Birds flying almost in a beautiful choreographed dance. Flowers start to bloom around you. Days, Months, Years, and your still there. Taking it all in. The beauty of...everything. Rain falls down upon your face and clouds smile at you. Tree grow and provide you with shade. Flowers still bloom, birds still fly, and all the while your still stuck in the large ocean. Is this what it took? a trap to cause you to slow down, to enjoy, to appreciate. Your finally content. This is the way it is. Your food itches. You cant reach it though. Thats ok, Ill just pretend. Finally. Arms pull you out of the dense wet sand that has become your home. Your feet touch the grass. You can run your fingers through your hair. Grateful you stare into the face. No longer stuck, no longer immobile.