*Thud* *Lightning*
An empty ground. Endless white space.
A courageous peck of dust travels through the gradient exploring his path, form and existence; travels across dimensions to find himself in a state of aqua creating a nuclear fission transforming into a being of flesh and bones. “Hello world!, he says as he overcomes all the glitches.
What happens when life breaks down?
When there is systemic contradiction?
My name symbolized all that was corrupt to society
His name symbolized all that was pure
And I was being held in the embrace of a man who was pure.
And these inviolable sanctities were preserved in those ten words.
And it is the de-sacralization of all of these
That has put us in the mess that we find ourselves
Isn’t is true, alas it is much worse.
A person will end up believing in anything.
Think of what it is when God himself puts his arms around you
and says “Welcome home.”
Confused to not know what those words mean but excited to find himself on this journey, he’s happy to walk on this endless pavement until he realizes the ultimate epitome of mortality, “the thirst.” “Huh!”, he sighs while wiping off the splash of water from his face. “What is choice really? Do we really get to choose? Is this all a delusion? Whatever it is, I need to survive in order to find balance. Observe. Adapt. Improvise.”
“Oh there it is!”, he shouts; overjoyed yet bamboozled runs with all his might in the direction of a fading triangle. Innocent enough to fall for the trap of his own curiosity, now feels the emotion commonly called, “regret”. But like everyone else, he has now learnt the ways of adaptation. So now, here he is flying off the cliff. His eyes shimmering with adrenaline, his arms wide open gliding with the wind. He pulls in all his strength and lands his plane on the ground. As the tires screech; he thinks to himself, "is this what you think- you become really mean? Is this how life is? Well, should I be glad that I survived? Why don't I feel it? My mind still craves for something."
*Blinks*
He finds himself besides the fireplace, in a house that smelt of broth, could hear a distinct radio. He walks across the passage, walking past the photo frames. His wrinkly eyes gaze through the window, all across the playground. "Kites", he exclaims in his old gruffy voice, as he walks towards the door.
*Click*
A little kid runs through the daffodils and small grass, to watch his kite soar cutting through the cloudy sky; he knows this is what he's been looking for. His eyes filled with content illuminate as he -
*Thud* *Lightning*
An empty ground. An endless white space.
