Would you like to know the
truth?
I’m scared.
And even though that has
never stopped me from doing what I must do, I am starting to feel an uncanny
sensation. Maybe the past year was not as good as it was supposed to be.
Hell, maybe our lives are
not going the way they are supposed to go. I don’t know. But the truth… what on
earth is that?
Let me tell you a story. I
promise I won’t take much of your time but please, do pay attention, what
happened can only be described as “particular”
Darkness.
What a unique feeling to
fall asleep is. I often times find it enriching for my life lingers amidst a
lake of breaths and desires. My body floats and elevates itself from the
roaring ground; I enter then to the absolute obscurity of the unknown.
“It’s ok” – My mom used to
say.
I can still hear her as I
advance through the red fields, the tall red grass that pours pain all over the
scorched earth. I walk on by and by towards the light of a thousand falling
stars ahead. The lights… in all their majestic nature sing songs from afar and
beyond.
I walk on by and by
“What is the truth?” – She
whispers.
As I feel the inevitable
flooding starting to rise among my fingertips, the cold water of that
outlandish scenario. The cold water and the tremors that go up my spine and to
my brain… I remember and I feel as I approach the gallant gate at the end how
my body flies without flying, how it soars while still walking on - by and by -.
“I love you, child” – She
murmurs…
And the tall grass
collides with my knuckles as I try to grasp her spirit. She is there, that much
I know. Her love is tangible and transformative. Her presence… Oh memories…
I slide and fall again
just to see the void within me – Once more –
And the truth you seek.
And the truth that keeps
you up at night.
And the glimmer of the
minuscule lights ahead.
She’s gone.
But… somehow… I can hear
her voice.
Somehow I can touch her
skin.
And someday I’ll fly
beyond the falling stars and exit the void from within just to see myself from
without – Like a ghost – That much I know.
But death is not the end.
I still have to wake up
every single night…
And that night, the night
I’m telling you about, was no different.
I opened my eyes. They
soared – of course -.
A gently silverish light
entered the room and painted a ghastly painting on the roof.
What a despicable routine
it is, to wake in the middle of cold winter nights…
But I was not alone.
There was someone else on
my bed.
Another human being – it
seemed -.
But not the one I
expected, that body, that complexion and the heavy breathing – I will never
forget it’s heavy loathsome breathing –
I tried to sit as the
creature slept. I tried to move without disturbing it’s longing.
The wind howled as I
managed to get in a position that would allow me to see the entirety of that
being’s true self.
Blood! – That is what I
expected -
But blood I found none.
And as I sat I saw an
opportunity to leave the bed and runaway forever from that room of terrors and
from that unknown creature to my side.
I put one foot on the
wooden floor beneath me.
Then the other…
And as I tiptoed my way to
never be seen again the deadliest of human curses casted it’s gruesome spell
upon me
- Curiosity -
So I did the unthinkable.
I approached the covered
beast.
I thought of my life, of
the red fields and the void within, I remembered my mother and what she used to
say… her sweet voice and delicate manner.
I have had a good life.
I have had the life I
deserved, I believe.
So I pulled the sheets
from atop the beast and I saw the inexplicable!
The truth.
