My Best Wish and a Million Orbits

A watery speculative fragment

I did another little fragment. [For the previous one, Lifer, click there]. I just decided to do it and it happened. Write the first line, just let all the other words come. Don’t force them. Perhaps just a little guidance or soft little nudging here and there, but nothing more than that. Nothing more than that.

Love is all you need.

And, well, a well travelled soul, perhaps…

[For those interested in this microfiction thing (what I call a ‘fragment’) - this is 264 words in total; the image is from the AI generator, I left the prompt just beneath]

lifeless planet where souls go to die

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I thought I would try something.

Something new.

I drowned in a world with no sight of land.

Let the waves come. Go on. Let them come.

I have travelled so far and only now, as they lick me, do I smile.

You would think I wasn’t happy, wouldn’t you, coming from a world full of forest?

No, not I.

My soul only wanted an excuse to fly.

They say the timeship malfunctioned. I don’t think so. We control it with our thoughts and our hearts, after all.

No, no malfunction. My best wish.

To never wash ashore. To see that another world is possible.

Drown me away, oh my Goddess. Drown me away.

See over there, Visitor, in a thousand years. There it is, bobbing up and down and never to decay. Our timeship.

I and my family are so long gone now, perhaps more than a thousand years. Perhaps a million orbits, or a hundred million, I don’t know.

For I am not here no more. I long since gone into outer time where time no longer matters and no matter plagues me with me no more.

I no longer care.

Love, yes, of course I love. But a love you couldn’t possibly know. For you are matter. Not faith, or spirit, or heart, even. You are matter and you not know.

Once upon your time I drowned here, in this bluer world.

They swallowed me up.

And I finally learned how to understand…

Hieroglyphics, Captain. Hieroglyphics.

Let them alone, Lieutenant. Let them alone.

Back to the ship.

Back to the ship…

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Now watch and listen to this:

Then read it again while you’re listening. Trust me. You will feel your soul shining…

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I did another one of these afterlife fragments/sketches a little later, which you can read here… Perhaps I’ll end up making a series out of them (hence I have just been adding links). If you are liking these afterlife musings, then you will probably like the longer short story, Never Seen Stars, which you can read there. This kind of thing seems to have become something of a theme with me. I wonder what psychologists would make of that…