Tag: thoughts

Weekly Writing Challenge: Collecting Detail

Darkness fell and enveloped the world in its entirety, or my world as it was. My air-conditioning was turned on ironically, at a mechanically precise 25 degrees celsius, almost as if to mock the cool night air on the other side of the glass windows, acting as a membrane between nature and artificiality. However, nature doesn’t bear grudges; it accepts whatever we throw at it, and its response is a direct result of our behaviour.

The only source of light permeating my room was from the street lamps lining the pavement. They emitted a quaint yellowish hue, similar to that of the pith of an orange. Intermittent droning of car engines roared unceremoniously as tires pressured against the metal drains without much effort for courtesy, resonating an irritable clanking.

What prevented me from falling asleep, or rather what kept me awake, was the activity in my head, not the coarse sound of combustion engines, and the livid state of my mind, as compared to the poignant lights.

I was inebriated with my own thoughts and fantasies, bustling with activity. I felt myself drift to distant lands and as the world stood very much still, my mind was reproachably active.

I dreamt of people all around the world. What were they like? What were they doing? What was their weather like? How were they feeling? What were their dreams and aspirations?  I really wish to meet the people I didn’t know, or maybe have yet to. One day the puzzle will piece itself together, and that thought served as a sedative, sending my body to recover for the next sunrise.

Colour Of The Day

I wake up each day, subconsciously marking the day with a different colour. As if looking through a kaleidoscope, some colours predominate over the others, but never in total oppression. One particular colour, in stark juxtaposition against its counterparts, plasters to the back of my mind; influencing thoughts and actions.

An immutable phenomenon, a phantom, a disease. Spreading its grasp throughout every extremity, every cell, unhindered.

Working its way through any wall of resistance, quick to capitulate and crumble under the insurmountable force.

And all these takes place silently behind a veil. A shadow cast, without the presence  of light.

Colour - love

(Photo credit: @Doug88888)

Lucid Ambivalence

Lost… In a never ending expanse of sand. The landscape doesn’t change as my far as my vision carries my sight. Heat, the sun beats me down to my knees mercilessly, scorching my dehydrated skin. My throat, hoarse like the coarseness of the material beneath my feet. I succumb onto the bed of sand, allowing the coarse grains to engulf me in a chrysalis.The flinting light rays begged my eyelids to shut, sending me into a deep state of slumber…

I will my eyelids to expose my pupils. My irises dilate and constrict vehemently in the nonchalant change of brightness. My skull cracks under the feverish state of my mind. I am surrounded by a cacophony of of voices from the inhabitants of this forest, the voice of Earth. Shards of glass tear down my throat with each drop of saliva I swallow. I need water. I see a plump bright fruit hanging seductively from the highest echelons of the tree before me. Adrenaline surged through my veins purposefully, inching me towards the ascend of the mighty tree. I lay my palm on the unforgiving surface of the bark…

It burns. The pernicious cold sends me straight into writhing pain. I am crouched on fours. I see my soul sucked out from my lips with every breath I expel. My innards crystallise. I feel the fangs of ice sinking into my every organ. I crumble into complete cessation…

Waves lapse the soles of my feet, licking at my thirst tantalisingly. I’m in the middle of a vast ocean. I plunge into the body of life-sustaining liquid and drown myself as my spirit is lifted. I fall deeper towards the core uncontrollably. The weight crushes me from the outside and my system is inundated with water. A state of void darkness.

I am alive.