-Sinking

[Words to Image. When I look at randomly chosen images, they speak a story to me. They spark thoughts of a scenario and paint a mental image within my mind. I run with it and write it down. This is my perception of what it said]

She felt the solid surface beneath her feet begin to give.

"What is this?" she wondered.

The hardened sand softened, for in its place was now multiple inches of uncertainty, a watery prison that could possibly ensnare her. The depths of where she stood was now the risk she had to accept. A risk that did not benefit her.

"How had the waters gotten this deep, and I didn't realize? How will I endure this unstable stand?"

She lowered slightly.

Minerva fell prey to a lie. The lie of a goddess, her lie. She had convinced herself that her feet stood on solid ground. In a time when the waters were so far out to sea, she listened to the goddess of the deep, unaware that she distracted her to allow the tide to roll in. She entertained her with lies that tickled her ears and pleased her fantasies. Until it was too late. The tide now snaked around her ankles as the sand gave even more. She felt her footing was no longer at her control. She was captive to the great goddess of the sea, the goddess of lies, her lies. But she still believed them.

"I want the shore!" she pleaded.

But the goddess was not one to make deals. When her tide rolled in, the unlucky sailor was usually doomed by her strength, only hopeful of her allowing mercy for a safe return, but more so than not, denied. Her lies brought evil repercussions for the crime of entertaining them. She lowered slightly. The water now snaked around her knees. But Minerva still believed in the lies.

"You have no power over me!" she screamed at the face of the deep. "I rule my destiny!"

The deep remained silent for it knew it's truth. The depths of the water need not justify its strength, it simple exercised it. The water snaked around her waist. Still, Minerva believed the lies.

"Please, please allow me to swim to shore!"

Minerva's cries were in vain. The ocean didn't care. The stories amongst all seasoned captains were tales of surviving the ocean and its unmerciful grace. Stories of terrifying moments when all hope seemed lost and the desire to swim for dear life was all that they had. Did they survive by their own means or were they given a pardon? All seasoned captains agree that the ocean goddess never gave them. They had to steal them to live. Minera was not seasoned. She still believed in the goddess's lies, even in a time of inevitable peril. The water snaked around her torso. Still, she believed in the lies.

"If I drown here, today, this will be on you for not allowing me a safe return!"

The ocean goddess remained silent, unaffected by her desperate attempts. It cared not about her victims or their pleas, knowing they created both. It simply exercises its strength, allowing them to drown in their own watery abyss. An ocean of lies swallowing them up, still, they go down believing them.

The water rose.

Minerva spoke one final word before her ocean took her. But the goddess didn't care. Her word ... it meant nothing.

(Zoom in on the upper part of the image and think about this ...

If your rooms are filled with lies, your house will eventually sink into the depths of them. And your final word will never be heard)