Mysterious World

Birds chittering through the dark veil of the night. Shadows lurking about, without the presents of any human activity.

My hands in my pocket; my heart free from its caged cell, surrounded by the blood, bones and flesh, the entrapment of my heart causes my sub-conscience to make my cerebral hemisphere to think continuously, over and over again about the beauty that comes with the silence and the worst of thing engaged when masked by the endless black sky, that determines the weather or not a person lives or dies.

As dawn strikes all is cleared from misguidance, the chittering birds seem to grow, like a symphony that when listened to your head would have to be horizontal but if tilted, your brain will liquefy and drip in a continuous rhythm almost in sync with the harmonic birds until, your brains has flowed endlessly through your ears and with that enchanted flow of brain fluid, it destroys the path in which it takes.

None the less a person must continue in living a life outlined by the people around them in which can change through their awareness of the life around them and life is nothing but a deep blue ocean, surrounded by green lands and sky filled with toxic gases that diminishes our cell slowly.

I was pondering a lot almost about nothing for many hours, trying to contribute to the voices that people enchant whenever something happens, some speak words of forgiveness and some of hope but each one is different, they speak as if someone is listening; some voices are to the dead, this is the most powerful cry of all, as their tears become oceans in a hypnotic second, others join and unite, to make their voices heard, to guide the dead and only to hope that they will meet them in the afterlife.

I have once lost someone but stood still while they were dying on me. Why do people cry? I just stood still in silence. Hopeing. There I was silent, while a close friend was dying on me. Silently my heart dropped.

It’s funny how the silence of a being has many depictions in which it is illustrated through the actions of what happens. When you can hear your own heart beat pounding like something wants to get out because of the evil that stands opposing your natural flow, this is where you have to silently take a step back and keep walking or embrace on what is to become your future.  

I sat down on what modern people call a bench, but to my cunning eye, I can see that it is merely a bed, an uncomfortable bed in which people who seem to have no hope, a rejection as if the world doesn’t accept these people in what could be called as a lifeless animal sluggishly roaming the streets, they fight over a hand full of these so called benches, just to get an hour or two of sleep before being harassed to get up and continue their undesirable voyage.

I got up, but something seemed to be out of place, I watched and looked around me but all I sore was emptyness disposed on the street.

little did I know that the next few seconds, that the desicion I made was my fate to live or die.

I got a phone call.... it all began with silence.

The Birds flew away and I dropped to the ground.

It was my fate. It was the destinay set out by the astronomical forces of the universe. I knew it was my time, I could see the shock on peoples face looking at me as a went down, the pain that I felt so heart burning, made me awear of my surroundings, but it was to late. I continued picking up the one pence that was on the floor.

I turned around and gave it to the tramp behind me. He was the happiest in the whole park, a pleasure set out by the lowest class of people, the rats of the world.

 

Reviews

[Y.Badr El Din]

hey thanks, the next chapter is called 'i am who i am'

[nono]

Beautiful I lke this a lot you did a wonderful job on it and I can't wait to read the rest!!