Journey through the mind

Journey through the mind

A Chapter by Thought hunting
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It talks about a fantasy journey through the mind to solve its problem and it leaves a mystery at the end.

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He packed his bags; echo (Look for the map inside your heart), he pulled it from his heart; the map was bleeding, he smiled!
He traveled to the most exciting place where the person mostly seeks (his mind)!
His car crashed into his usual nightmare, so he stepped out of the car and stood face to face with his giant dark nightmare. The solution was not how to escape it but how to destroy it. His nightmare reflected itself in-front of his eyes. Echo (my candle is melting and I'm running out of time)! He was burning in every step; his heart was bleeding in every beat; his eyes were shedding tears, but his mission was to murder his nightmare, the gate was opened behind his nightmare, there was a precious pearly tear drop that slipped to the candle, magnified its light and so his nightmare was melting with its reflections.
The gate suddenly closed, and the light of the candle decreased, he was in a shock, he froze in his place; it was an icy cold breeze that touched his face and left him paralyzed. In the far horizon there was a single cloud but it was surrounded with a giant bubble of his fears. His eyes were opening again, his body revived its soul, suddenly an arrow of hot flame was exploded from his fired eyes, melted that bubble and the cloud started to cry a pearly drops of water so the candle light shone once again, but the gate was slightly opened, he must cross that stormy dark sea of his wavy thoughts, so he jumped to the boat and started to row it towards the gate, the candle was losing its light gradually, so he tried to hide it from the beastly sea and look for the lighthouse. There was the lighthouse in the red horizon spreading its bright light in all directions, the candle picked up a piece of light that was reflected from the lighthouse, and started to increase in shining so the boat turned into a ball of fire, the sea dried up, and the gate continued to open. He was creeping in the sandy desert of his sorrows, holding his precious candle, he insisted to enter the gate of happiness but he saw a sarcastic mirage every time he reached a new place. He was afraid to find out that the gate was just a delusion, he passed out for a while with the candle in his hand, and when he woke up the candle disappeared. It was the most desperate moment he experienced in his entire journey. Echo (where is my precious candle, all I see is a delusion of my candle). The gravity of the water that was reflected from the real oasis pulled the candle and put down its thirst, so he took a glimpse and sighted a shimmering light that rose up in-front of his eyes in the velvet horizon. A stormy wind held up the desert sands; swallowed them and carried him to the oasis. He picked up his living candle. Finally the gate arms were widely opened, he ran happily while the candle in his hand turned into a piece of paper:
Why freedom shouts turned into scared whispers.
Why pearly tears of the fired eyes turned into stoned icy tears of pale eyes.
Why loving hearts turned into senseless stones.
Why lightened minds turned into an empty hollow.
Why precious words turned into shattered dusts.
Why the stormy screams of the truth turned into deadly silent lies.
Why flowers of hope turned into thorns of fear.
Why pure dreams turned into poisonous nightmares.
Why the straight lines that connect people turned into enlarged circles of loneliness.
Why shiny thoughts turned into a dark emptiness.
Why the home of happiness turned into a cave of sorrows.
Why the soft breeze of people's speech turned into a thorny wind of people's nonsense.
Why the sleepy ego turned into an awaken beast.
Echo (where is my precious candle), the paper was in an extreme pain and almost explode, a golden butterfly was born. The words where shattered and the letters were melting but there was one word that remained.
He entered the gate, the paper faded, the butterfly followed him, and the word shone from the dazzling light of the vivid candle.
Echo (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
 



© 2008 Thought hunting


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My name is Maram Quttina, i'm 25, i live in jordan i was born in jerusalem, i'm a medical laboratory tecnition;i was graduated from the Hashemite university, i began to write lately and i hope you lik.. more..

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