Sober on my shot of vodka in the dead of the night, the gossamer thread of me hanging within reality and fantasy was about to be torn apart by all of these alcohols. Leading myself into a world that I wanted to enter by escaping a world that I dreaded the most, reality, I gulped the shot into my system, craving for another one.

I walk on water
But I ain’t no Jesus,
I walk on water
Only when it freezes.

The jazzy tune sung by the band of the night signaled my head into a train of thoughts, drifting my thoughts into the analogy, a ‘real’ approach into the overused scene of Jesus walking on water. I was instantly thrown into a dream world of water, deluging even the ends of my mind, I was standing on it, the waters. My perception was blue, just different contours of it, feeling heavy at first, but my brain was crystal clear of what was happening.

If I walked on water, I would drown.

Indeed, I was sinking, at a great speed, the water was engulfing me chunk by chunk. I saw Him, a resplendent hope standing in the middle of the vast sea of nothingness. It was only me and Him, I had to believe that it was Him, or else I would really drown. His towering figure was standing across the sea, and I was sinking inadvertently, time was speeding through me, half of me was already inside the tummy of the sea.

“HELP ME!” I shouted out a cry, more like a prayer.

I walk on water
But I ain’t no Jesus,
I walk on water
Only when it freezes.

The verse was stuck inside my head, He was here but He did not want to save me yet, I had to discard this thought.


I walk on water
But I ain’t no Jesus,
I walk on water
Only when it freezes.

He strolled away, not even glancing down on my mere faith to Him, the whole patch of sea around me froze up immediately.

If I walked on water, it freezes, I would be stuck. 

“HELP ME!” I cried out once more, with the surge of faith in me, I recovered from the reverie, it seemed endless. The sunlight peeked through the bar, I slept through the night, sober, with the glass of unfinished shot. I pushed away the glass, regained my steps, back into battling the vicious beast, reality.


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Published by zeckrombryan

Hope. Joy. Feelings cloaked as words.

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