The hour hand scampered a whole tour, whilst my gaze is continuing its fixation on the first line of this extraneous letter. Visually interrogating this lightless and bare chamber, a mist of acquaintanceship belabours my bare pores as vile as an electric-shock. Increasing the scan through this sheet of mystery, the sturdier the tingling sensation becomes down at the back of my neck. “You shall, not want to observe your future cry, but can you pass your own soul with a pair of bloody hands? ” I keep repeating meanwhile attempting assemble this puzzle.
I move a piece, and a needle pounds through my brain threading on weights. Persistent recalling was definitely a method for disposing time, but the rapid heart beating that occurs from just a murderous letter have stained my soul. “Excuse me father, I’m going for a jog-”, I begin. “Just leave,” he cuts. As I drag myself across the plains of Everest, I can feel rocks piling in my heart and the boxing match amongst the chambers in my discernment. Accelerating my pace, I begin to run, “Run, recollect and lose these heartless souls that delays your future” my mind echoes.
When cars slam on the brake because of an obstacle, there was a reason, but for humans, I contemplate on why I slam my brakes. Gradually, I statue by the extensive tree with hands that shadow my existence and sojourn by a slow dancing river, as some notes of calmness run through my ears. Incongruously, a lump lies in my throat, my facial muscles tense up, and my eyes fills itself with moisture. The boundless plains of greens, the trees that jacket the sunlight, and the graphitized fences that isolate the river, they’re covered in a mist of peculiarity, despite my daily path lies within this realm.
As the melody slows its pace, my eyelids drop. I conceptualize myself laying by nature but sounds of crushing leaves and motion of the botanical seep through my closing vision. The last image of a field of florals seeps through and my battery slowly wears off. My eyes shut, birds chirp a lullaby and a force progressively consumes my conscience. *** A vapor of precipitate evades my sight as I attempt to perceive my surroundings that seems to be in motion, and a continuing melodic tune flows swiftly. “Stopping at Leprechaun”, a familiar yet uncanny voice howls through the mist and strikes my ears.
The steam clears up. My eyes wander through the forest of cultivation through the window as the bus advances. My eyes establish to the unicorns, fairies and mermaids of this fanciful arena beyond these windows. The sense of deja vu devours more of my thought as the bus voyages further lodging at stations of indefinite. Those passengers who’ve spent most of their seasons, grin at me, whilst I decipher their intentions and identity. I drive through the earth of reminiscence to find the missing pieces of this puzzle. “It’s the last stop”, the driver exclaims.
Thanks” and I crawl out into a world of mythical uncanny. I stand by the wilderness. I rotate my head for a three-sixty only to realise that it looked no different from any angle. “Excu-.. ” I attempt, as I turn my head to only question how’d the bus bring me here and fade unknowingly. I revert, and the grass freeze from beneath my feet to the plains of unforeseen and the sky paints itself in faceless grey. “Is it supposed to mean something, when grass is no longer green, and turns black to shed blood? Why does blood not escalate? ”, I question mother(nature).
With no persecution a strike of taciturnity collides my chest. The pendant that dangles down my neck suspends, like a memory of the dead. I incarcerate my pendant in my palms and suddenly, an eye-blinding luminescence, radiates. As my vision awakens from the sudden occurrence, a buoyant white spirit is summoned upon me. Her warm smiles and her sincerity displayed through her gaze, pierces through my empty body, and forces me to pull away my guns from her. “I’m Ame. I’m here to end your malice and free you from your cage, so you can fly away and drift along the wind,” her calming whisper struck my eardrums.
Her hypnotizing nature imprisons my vocals. “I’ll take you away from this dark place answering your confusion. Will you trust me? ” she offers and I would follow. Walking through the tranquil, frozen plains, a new scent whisks-by every few distances I make. They are such dear aromas, and with each sniff, visuals approach my awareness. I forgo my vision as I link hands with Ame who promises to support me. Warmth replenishes my heart as I reminisce the irreplaceable smiles I could have had. Impulsively, unforeseen glacial breeze wraps my physique unrestingly.
Continuing with my blindness, a snout-striking odor of flourished blood travels through my veins and I see memories of restless waves. I open my eyes as Ame’s guidance stops. “We’re here. You should know the answer when you awake,” she advises and splits into tiny fireflies submitting into my pendant. I stand on a ground of bright florals. My vision becomes hazy as the melodic tune arises, and slowly fades my conscious. My eyelids drop into pitch blackness as the harmony lowers its volume gradually. *** I unlock my vision by the warm welcome of birds’ chirpings.
A warm object nudges my fingers and as my sight of its framework waxes my heartfelt smile wanes. The acid of my soul pours from my eyes. I lay undisturbed on the field of flowers as I watch the clouds move and reminisced the forgotten path. “One who digs up one’s own grave, deserves a grave itself. I don’t have the courage to let myself fall into a ditch in which I’ve once climbed out of”, I vow. Father continues in his territory. “I’m ba-”, I attempt. “Run away with your mighty wings. I don’t want to see you. Why did it have to be my precious daughter? ” he howls as his eyeballs contract and wrinkles show prominence.
Gold, diamonds, Jewels and delicacies, would win any man’s heart, but for the elderly before my eyes, any elegance or tend shall never exceed a dime whose owner is the beloved daughter. I’ve never beseeched more than the tinniest affection for an adopted, but as when fate supplies me the chance to possess the love I’ve adored, chances would only perform once. I watch the flames of a horrendous letter burn and for the last time I shall say, “For my beloved scornful sister, rest in peace and forgive my faithfulness for watching you gracefully hit the waves and disappear into the drifting ocean. I would have saved you. ”
