The
stars were falling from the sky, flashing their smile against the darkness of
the night. They spoke phrases without
words, pronounced sentences without tongues, and their lips chanted the perfect
formula of delight in the stillness of thoughts. And these thoughts were swimming through and
through, floating in the air like loose threads that danced with the brisk,
cool air that sent shivers down his spine.
The songs of pain and deception coloured the silhouettes of hope that
only his innocent impulsivity had created.
Growing
within him were the scars of jadedness that ran deep under his skin – these
threatened to open their wounds with every breath he took of the scents that
invaded his painted landscape. But when
he gave in to fear, he thought no more of the aches that slowly devoured his
insides. He became pale and every breath
filled his lungs with desperate sighs at the idea of a new promised map of
treasures that led to a land of mysteries.
And yet, he took his compass and embarked on the journey to find himself
among the emptiness of thought; driven solely by a cardinal of wants and
bliss. Intuition supported his heavy
steps spelling out ‘c-a-u-t-i-o-n’.
Fear
now had a strong hold on him. It
paralyzed his active limbs and immobilized his insides – And it was just then,
when his heart stopped beating, that he realized he was alive.
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