{"id":2726,"date":"2015-04-25T00:09:02","date_gmt":"2015-04-25T00:09:02","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.averral.com\/blog\/?p=2726"},"modified":"2015-04-25T00:09:03","modified_gmt":"2015-04-25T00:09:03","slug":"those-hands","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.averral.com\/blog\/2015\/04\/those-hands\/","title":{"rendered":"Those hands"},"content":{"rendered":"
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are trying to drag me below the waters, I struggled to breathe. I struggled to pull myself out, but there is no island. Just a vast blue sea. Alone. It’s a battle, against those hands and my will to live. My resolve was turning weak. I had never felt at peace. It’s just a big black hole. Going inside. Going outside. Growing in mosses. Growing weeds. <\/p>\n

I have nothing left, nothing left. There is nothing to take except my body. Those hands, grabbing my hands and legs, pulling me down. They just want everything that is left of me. But that’s not what it is, it’s not my body that they want, they want my soul. <\/p>\n

A deafening sound shrieked through the oceans. The sound of an orca. The killer whale. The hands disappeared. I found myself on the back of the whale, as it lifted me up and away to safe land…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

are trying to drag me below the waters, I struggled to breathe. I struggled to pull myself out, but there is no island. Just a vast blue sea. Alone. It’s a battle, against those hands and my will to live. My resolve was turning weak. I had never felt at peace. It’s just a big […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[2],"tags":[],"yoast_head":"\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\t\n