A Happy Suicide

He submerged herself in death. Almost as if smiling in approval, the crystalline body danced wildly around him, sparkling, glistening, and shimmering against the drowning sun. Vivid thoughts of nothingness filled his frail figure. Salty waters kissed his dry, chapped lips. All the while, his lungs cried a tune of exasperation- a tune his mind was too deaf to hear.

The motion of the days dissolved. Under the current, there was no time, only a tip on the edge of nothingness. Complete and utter numbness. 

All of his lifetime he had waited for this precise moment- the moment that life, all that he knew, all that he had learned, would rush out of his body and come in contact with the true essence of his now fleeting soul. Not a moment did he dedicate to think about anything or anyone else.

His heart rejoiced in the pain his body felt. His dreams, at last, were renewed. Time had ceased to move forward. And life as he knew it had ended.

My perception of what would have happened if Jeff Buckley committed suicide. Follow my writing blog http://www.flashes-of-light.tumblr.com