Sitting in silence so full of the void, one is truly placed within themselves. it is a gift as much as a curse. few are able to live with the fact that humanity is vile, selfish cruel and whimsical. our untrustworthy nature is as fickle as the currents that are blocked by the old building I currently reside in. the world is a place rife and full of such creatures, but this room, protects me from them, yet reveals to me the painful fact that i am a part of their barbaric civilization. i benefit from their victories and stand to loose from their losses. it is a truth that has always led me to despise my own existence.
nevertheless i am unable to free myself from this body, as i have fallen deeply in love with those in my life. my beautiful mother, in which i cannot find fault. though i understand that my particular opinion on her has an incredible probability of being skewed, for i have only existed in the part of her life where she was forced to hide away her darkness in the hopes of passing on to me only her greatest strengths. my dearest older sisters and their playful yet mindful nature, so reminiscent of the Vixens way of life. this, again, proof of the whimsical nature present in all of the humanic race. and finally the pillar of our family, my stoic father, with whom, apart from my mothers mouth and golden flaked grey eyes, i share so many physical traits. his is a love that can almost exclusively be found in the sacrificial nature of his actions. there are however moments in time that a rare smile is formed on his face, and in these moments, the world is slowed and my connection with time is severed. the crows feet around his dark brown eyes yell their presence and the galaxy shows itself through the twinkle present deep within his irises.
it is a marvel to see, and even more of an emotional journey to know instinctively that you are the object of such unadulterated affection. yet every year i can count on a single hand the amount of times such a rare occasion has come about. it is as frustrating as it is is curious. my father is a mathematician. fascinated by the language of the universe and it's ability to apply in every single moment in the flowing river we call time. our sub-oceanic city, Flora d'l eau filled with a magic only scirithmatic and mathenginis can bring about. we live amongst the sea creatures and we live in harmony with them.
a gentle knock brought me out of my deep thought, and i could feel my mother's sweet embrace as she spoke in a tone so sweet and comforting it tugged at my heart. "come back to me Carlisle. do not let your mind take you where i cannot reach."
this phrase was her gentle reminder that the mind is a tool and a weapon. to sharpen it was to understand that a weapon can be used for you and against you. it must be respected and feared as such.
"you will always reach me." i replied and snuggled deeply into her embrace. "no matter how far i go. there is no place your voice cannot reach me." i said, as the water carried my voice to her ears, eliciting a magical smile filled with wisdom.
"come, it is time for your meal." she said sternly as she looked into my eyes. that glance has always been a reminder that she was the queen of this household and would not be disobeyed on the current matter.
"i am much too exhausted to defy you mother." i replied and allowed my current to take me out of my cave. how my mother was able to find it, when not even my father could would always surprise me. each and every one of us oceanic folk have a personal current gifted to us by the ocean, it carries our name, emotion, senses, and for those that meditate, even our consciousness. my father however has found that it carries even hints of a scirithmatical equation, synonymous with an unlimited energy source. i see hints of it as well, the deeper into meditation i get. nevertheless, i gently took off, so as not to disrupt my mothers current, and moved towards the central anetheum. our home.