And it was a smokeless fire
My closed eyes took a lot from me. I heard those walking feet behind me. They were around me, talking about me, and pointing there dirty fingers at me. Each and everyone of them. Opening my sour eyes I saw those blurred images and took a cold breath from my dried yet cracked lips.
Nothing... really nothing up to the limit of my sight; except my burning boats. Each boat for a dream land to conquer. Falling weak on my knees, feeling shiver in my legs, suffocation in my lungs and pain in my veins; I thought of those eyes starring at my back and judging opportunity for a chance.
It was time. Time to prove those eyes who I really am! But how? When I tried to stand, I realized I had no legs. When I tried to rise against that giant stone, I found my fingers missing yet I crawled on my knees to the top, crushing my each bone to its limit.
Breathing hard on the top I screamed; screamed for my own. But all I was left with were murmuring voices and splashes. Bruised body skin like a viper, blood on face, but still a creature inside me pushing me to stand. They were my dreams stitched on my body. I sewed those bloody dreams on my body and now each stitch was screaming to open up. Nothing but pain and betrayal!
I had to make a choice, between my survival and these precious dreams. I have to burn them!
No comments:
Post a Comment