Ramblings

  I remember the time I took a nosedive into a heated cup of tea. I didn't drown. Maybe I did. I don't remember it all that clearly. It's all a haze, lost in a fog. I know. I should. I was there after all. Until I wasn't. I melted away. Fumes of my thoughts rose into the air in thick wisps. I entered some clear-headed nobody's nostril. I became him. Or rather he became me. I do not know. Maybe we just fused into one.
  Something like that ought to change oneself. Even for a few minutes till the effects of the world around wore off. And then the real monsters would latch on. Who knows what they will do, how long can they be kept at bay.
  Self was gone and what remained could only be described as a cold breeze on a damp day.
  Gone.
  But I came back.
  When I came to, I was lying in pool of things I could only imagine. Everything was gone. My tea was gone. Somebody must have drunk it. I felt a thirst taking hold. I got up. The room was closing in on me. The walls I have trusted was moving in. Crushing me. "This can't be real!" I told myself. Can it? There was music. A song I never heard before was playing slowly and pulling me in. I was still not all there. I noticed the patterns on the curtains. They have always been there. But I didn't notice them. Wonder why. I moved slowly towards them. Seemed like they went on forever.
  I laughed. What a curious galaxy I live in.
 There was a knock on the door. The music stopped. The patterns stopped moving on into infinity. The room was quiet. I was going crazy.
  There it was again. The knock."Who is it?" I whispered. I ducked under the table. They can't get to me here. I'll disappear. Into the void.
  I'll let go and the music will surely begin again.

cold blue

The streets were empty. The full moon lit the sky in an eerie way. The streets were lit by the street lamps. It was a cold night. The breeze brings the salty smell of the sea. The sounds of the waves washing up on the sands of the beach filled the silence. Everything was asleep, every door locked.

The breeze blows inland from the sea. Cold. As it brushes across my face, I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand. The leaves on the trees rustle as the breeze blow past them. The breeze that came from the sea departs as it leaves everything on its path awake. Waking them to the night’s serenade. A song by the waves and the trees; the little insects hiding in the cracks. My own footsteps. I listen to them. A symphony.

I was out long past midnight. Walking the empty streets. I walked them with no destination in mind. I had no place to go, no place to be. I walked them on my own. Alone.

Footsteps. I rarely run into anyone at this hour. The footsteps grew closer approaching me from around the corner. And quite suddenly I was face to face with another man.

The man was wearing all black. His hair long and unkempt.

He looked straight into my eyes. I couldn’t help staring into his. His cold blue eyes.

He was a handsome man. Possibly in his late twenties. His face was pale and his eyes looked tired. His cold blue eyes.

There was something about them. Empty and deep. They seems to penetrate into my skin. Straight into my soul.

I started to feel colder. He kept looking into my eyes. And I into his. His cold blue eyes.

He showed no emotion. Except maybe calmness. As if there was not a worry in the world.

The cold breeze blew again. Yet neither of us moved.

I couldn’t help but ask.

‘Who are you?’

‘Death!’

He stood there for a few more seconds and then walked away.

02

Those eyes. Beautiful. Amazing. Wonderful. Intriguing.
They Reminded him of his love. They painted pictures of the future in his head. They brought memories of a nearly forgotten past. They triggered a whole new set of dreams.
She smiled. His heart skipped a beat. She looked at him right in the eye. His whole body froze.
He felt that he couldn't do anything. Perfectly and utterly helpless. As if all he could do would mean nothing.
But he was sure he would do everything he could. Because right now the little girl in his hand meant everything.

01

Patiently he waited. Pacing to and fro. A little smile on his face. Signs of worry in his movements. A sense of pride taking hold of him in an untimely manner.
He was afraid and happy. Concerned and proud.
Every sound was inaudible. Every movement was inconsistent. Except of the children around him. They made him nervous.
They made him feel something he had never felt before.