The Things That Hold Us Together

Freed from under the boat, I finally found myself above water. I was alive. Around me, heads started popping out of the ocean, others that had found themselves trapped by the hull. I was lost and frantic, shouting the names of the ones I love.

Something was wrong. I could feel death’s presence all around. Then a blonde head emerged from the sea, and Earth was on its axis again. We were all here. Darkness left the scene, leaving a handful of humans in an utter state of shock.

That’s when I thought, “Fuck! My things!”

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The year had started weird anyway. A couple of days before, a phone call from a member of my family had shaken me. I was feeling needed and helpless when all I wanted was to hold them. Small catastrophes, tiny debacles, unexpected fiascos, all out of the ordinary, kept being thrown at me.

A sense of anything can happen and you might not like it had taken hold of me.

It felt like the ground kept shifting under my feet. I looked at the stars for answers. I asked others if they f…