Hello Beautiful World!
Something different for you today written by me.
Steppenwolf for sure is going to freak out with this one. :P
Enjoy!
♥
IS ANYONE OUT THERE?! she screams,
IS ANYONE OUT THERE?! she repeats,
but nobody answers. She had bought a train ticket for an unknown destination and it had arrived
at a place where nobody exists, just shadows from the past.
The train that before had made an intense squeaking sound almost tearing the tracks as it came to a stop
to let her off, now rushed away, seemingly, escapes in fear from the anguish that one could breathe in the air,
air that burns the lungs and the eyes, almost making them bleed.
She walks slowly into the isolated streets, where music plays and waves of laughter can be heard,
echoing from very far away, from a past that now is gone, like sounds of life that were stuck in these ruins forever
as they laugh silently in pain.
She continues to walk and gets an overwhelming feeling that she is being watched.
She feels being undressed of her skin and of her soul as if she's being judged and her mind goes numb. Her ears buzz
as if a mass of enraged bees travel through the tunnels of her head. She wants to scream, but she can't. Her eyes tear up but her face remains emotionless, and her fists get tighter and tighter making
her fingernails stab deep into her skin, like sharp daggers thirsty for blood.
Drip
Drip
Drip
Her blood starts to cover the spot where she stands, like gravid cascades of furious waters.
PLEASE STOP!
She finally screams, and her scream echoes through the streets. She hears heavy fluttering wings ascend
from a rooftop. Was that an angel from heaven? She asks, "Or was it an angel from hell, my hell?"
She sees a shiny red door in the distance shining brightly with the rays of the hot sun. Come inside!
seems to be screaming. It is inviting and yet it feels like a trap. But she still runs to it, attracted by the
shimmering red that outstands among all the dullness around it. She opens the door, walks in slowly,
carefully looking around her, and starts climbing up the stairs that seem to have no end...
Clomp
Clomp
Clomp
Finally, she reaches the top of an empty room. It is dark and cold with a smell of old rain.
Thunder and church bells begin to sound in the distance and a whisper of a cry suddenly begins to stir
from the dark corner of the room. As she begins to walk slowly to the sound, she begins to feel the presence of a little girl.
There the little girl is kneeling on the floor, her knees bleeding creating an ocean of blood
that covers the floor like an old, wet carpet soaked in pain and loneliness. She is holding in her back a beautiful small golden musical box that continuously plays a lullaby
Inside the small box, the little girl's tears have been gathered and kept for years, glittering like tiny little diamonds.
She takes the box from the back of the little girl and is confronted with its heaviness.
How can so much weight be in this little box? she wonders. She looks closely inside it and notices
thorns under the diamonds, suddenly a sense of guilt and fear, of worthiness and loneliness begins
to wrap her body like an unmerciful dark veil making her cry and scream in sorrow.
Cries that no one will hear...
Screams that no one will hear,
they will simply disappear in the loneliness of the deserted streets.
She drops the box to the floor and the little girl picks it up placing it carefully again on her back.
"What is your name?" she asks.
"Don't you recognize me?" the little girl answers, "I am you," she answers
Then she slowly fades away.
The woman runs out of the room and down the stairs and with every step she takes, ten more appear.
She is exhausted, so exhausted and she can't breathe so she stops for a while and again she
hears the sobbing of the little girl. "PLEASE STOP... you breaking my heart!" the woman screams as she covers her ears.
She stands up and continues going down the stairs, breathing heavily. Finally, she reaches the door and opens it and the heavy heat of the sun greets her hitting her on the face like burning irons pressed to her skin.
She continues walking with no direction, dragging her feet as if she's pulling bricks tied to them,
suddenly two white doves fly by her. She follows them with her eyes and sees that they start to fly high, higher and higher,
to then disappear on top of a hill. She walks to the hill and begins to climb.
By now the day seems to have gotten hell hotter and her lips are dry and her sweat begins to run down her back like little snakes racing each other down to her feet making it almost impossible to climb the hill. But she knows she can't stop. She must continue even with all the pain and the heaviness she's carrying.
Finally, she reaches the top, and exhausted she drops and begins to cry.
A feeling of regret invades her making her feel angry at herself, "Why did I get a train ticket with no destination?" she wonders. She had traveled on that train for hours and hours to get there and now she remembers that all that time it had been a train with no faces, no other seats had been occupied except for hers.
Was she meant to be buried and forgotten alone in a land where even a train,
wouldn't stay for a mere extra second in case she changed her mind about staying?
She stands up and walks to the edge of the hill realizing that there is no way out.
She herself had made the decision to make a trip to the unknown when she purchased that train ticket.
Now, she was imprisoned in the loneliness of a cruel city that was dead to all hope and life.
She is the only one there with the doves that give her a little glimpse of how life used to be.
She stands at the edge not knowing what to do or how she will ever survive.
Will there be others like me that will be left and forgotten in this city? She wonders and hopes.
She knows that by hoping for this it means sharing the same hell that now she is living with another
human and that is such a cruel wish.
Still, from that day on and for many years to come she visits the train station every day in hopes of
finding someone there someday.
But no one ever comes.
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