Michael (pt. 4)
He jumped to glide over the treetops again, to fall across the sky again, to float briefly in perfection until the delightful terror of falling gripped him again, and the earth gently took his feet away from him to tumble underneath him until he came to rest.
He lay on the ground again, fetal, breathing slow. The earth began to accept him into her darkness, and he was swallowed with softening soil. This new dark womb was pleasantly cool and quiet. The soothing black enveloped him and filled him with a sense of security. He was safe here. Nothing else had to exist, because everything was alright here. Pitch dark. Silent. Complete.
But something wasn’t right. He felt he was being pulled too far into this void, he felt he was being devoured, that he had to escape before he lost all hope of return to the light. He still needed that light. It wasn’t time for him to return to the darkness between death and re-birth. It wasn’t his time.