Layout by: Cianyah Mendoza
Published by: Kristine Joyce Soriano
Date Published: November 01, 2024
Time Published: 6:54 AM
Category: Prose [Trabble | 300-word Flash Fiction]
Theme: The fear and guilt you feel when letting go of things just to achieve your dreams
As the other one lingers on the promised lake with its wilting love, the other one roams around the ocean, trying to find its way back home. With each step, hoping not to drown in the whispers of elders trying to tell her that she belongs here, contrary to what her wings are uttering.
❝ This is where you shall fly freely; 'tis where you belong. ❞
❝ Where is she? She is my home. ❞
The path's too complex for the swan to travel; all she's doing is drown with ocean waves; that's trying to fit her in. But every now and then all she can think about is that warm lake who taught her how to dance, that warm lake on the south who's brought her love.
❝ Were the skies too blue? ❞
A whisper from the wind who've passed by from the south, who always tell the truth. With the swan deep down knows it whole; the skies were too blue because I am missing you. To chase the dreams of a little cygnet was to fly away from the warm lake where it resides—the guilt and the beloved.
You should've remembered that over time, the cygnet grew, and all it wanted was to be with you. However, it must fly, and the swan on the warm lake was bold enough to wait. And ours was stubborn enough to abandon the dreams she had made. 'Twas useless; they've decided that the cygnet must be the swan she ought to be.
And to leave that warm lake was the most bitter thing she've ever done, because now that she's turned into a swan, the warm lake has turned into a cold story we can glance upon. A curse of the missing swan who's thought of her dearest while being drowned in the ocean.
IMAGE SOURCE:
Jewelry, O. S. (2024, May 3). Dark Swan Aesthetic. Pinterest. https://pin.it/h6d2L09z0
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