Wind resistance
The wind breezes through the hair, light and golden, straying through the immortal gaps of my existence. I feel the resistance on my body, opposing the natural forces of the earth. The energy moves past the surface layer of my skin and pierces my muscles, everything seems just a little slower as the heat leaves my body. It keeps moving, it’s unstoppable, movable, and gently flows through my spine. The sense of fight or flight washes off my body. I feel as if I can run into the every continuing galactic nothing, gliding along the disc of scattered waves of light travelling through the galaxy. And after one step of unfathomable speed will appear at the end of the universe. Hopefully I am all-powerful and can take a step back, and appear at the edge of the cliff again above the violent waves brushing shouting and attacking the shore. Not everything has a soul, not everyone appreciates their soul. The shore is made up of sedimentary rock, and it doesn’t care, for it is but a soulless entity. The golden sphere of light in the distance, doesn’t care either. The tree to the left almost leaning over the cliff, with almost neon green leaves, doesn’t care. The waves don’t think, they follow the flow of the wind, they are bound by time, and enslaved by gravity. And I have to wonder, what a beautiful but lonely sight to behold, if only I could share it with another soul.
