Reincarnation

Episode 22
Faith

Himself: "I reckon last time we met you could see ... I can tell you're crippled for I am a crippled one as well"

Myself: "I reckon our eyes were wide open ... but ragged and worn out e could see nothing ... strange we met today and we still reckon days when we called ourselves fine men and were on top of food chain and never realized truth of our being ... you know what's the truth behind it?"

Himself: "It was the fact there is no genuine truth ... faith created our solid facts but ... never caused our demons to be at rest"

Myself: "Faith was my fairy .... she poured her sloth onto my rage ... I met her when I was young when she heard my soul rampaging and said she will help me survive my chaos with faith"

Himself: "Faith was a stranger .... she spoke in a different way ... and after she taught me she left me to longest lesson"

Myself: "Grateful?"

Himself: "Regretful"

And we parted each to a tree

The perfect loner's experiment

Episode 21

Mirror mirror upon my wall .... I am facing my worst companion on my own .... we kept fighting each other till I became one quarter of a crippled creature .... for he is my other half ... I fought him, killed half of myself and lived with part of half of myself .... pathetic as I used to say during our life ..... I don't know if I betrayed him ... I valued him when I buried him in me and only remembered him when I see him again while sitting with mirrors hanging showing face of crime before my eyes ... was it a crime for real?

I was waiting for my complete coma for my pre-coma reflects my subconscious and subliminal crime ... maybe I killed my worst companion and he is nothing but an image but I ended up with the perfect loner's experience ... and like tyranny of religious rulers submerge will of human mind by making tyranny look natural and real deliverance is heresy I placed my mind in abstract pestilence till my longing for pure world disappeared totally and my mind accepted the whim and obeyed with eyes sewn shut till filth became a normal feature associated with this world.

Mirror mirror upon my wall ..... doesn't make any difference

He sailed away

Episode 20

A misty morning ... I could feel foam from every wave dying on the shore ... I landed on his wet body ... It was cold .. So cold ... but inside felt he was content ...... I was pushed away by hands of those who rushed to his carcass ... An old man came and he recognized his face as a young companion ..... I stepped on glass bottles ... Said to be his messages to the divine .... The old man was in between a tear and a smile before the cold body of the young man .... "he sailed away" he said .... "All the messages you sent to the sea .... was it faith? .... faith in redemption? .... I am not sure if we both had faith .... I don't know my existence while we shared the same life is out of fear or faith ... and your departure was it foppery or faith? ... I no longer know .... but all the messages you sent in bottles to the sea came back with your body as if they were sent in vain .... and vanished with foam on the shore like every single wave"

In My Yester-world

Episode 19

Last night was so serene ... and as the darkness permeated the firmaments it filled my soul with serenity ... my every night companion Morpheus painted me a new dream about my yester-world.

In my yester-world I opened my eyes in a room .... I could barely see colours and lines ... when I closed my eyes he painted me faces .... the room was enclosing me without hope .... in my dream he drew me a window .... and painted a beam of light for me to believe there is a way out .... when I opened my eyes the dream was over written with a higher wall ... in my dream Morpheus painted my yester-world with serenity ... when I opened my eyes they painted all life with pain ... and when I slept Morpheus gave me a diamond and told me this was born in pain ..... aren't the most precious diamonds sharpened with pain?

With worn out skinn and ragged mind, a wall behind my windowpane and Morpheus dead like all my dreams ... I came to the end of it with all colours departing my portrait Morpheus drew ... even my face forged with brush of his own muse .... All faded .... Painting of my yester-world is a long gone painting that no one can see but him ... and he was resting in the same grave as mine ... for he painted me a blinded crow with delicate feathers ... he painted me serenity in my blindness and took away my yester-world.

Before she awakes as a rose

Episode 18

Not many decades before I awake as a blind crow guarding her fragile existence as a rose, she was a living rose with her fragrant skin hidden in the cloths of a young maiden. As innocent and beautiful as she was … she was tracked by who ever loves owning the raw diamond and sharpening her with pain to sell her with the highest price till it’s worn out and dimmed again with dirt of greedy desires of men, and belittled by helplessness of envious and jealous worn out women no different from glass looking like diamond. She was caught within her mind thinking her nature as a rose was a curse not knowing greed is the real curse, with her noble nature she thought of her beauty as a sin she must rid. She could rid it in every man’s lair taking piece of her raw diamond and leave her the least he can pay, but she could never see the shining diamond again. When I came back to the village I was told Lenore is on a rocking chair before the fireplace counting down the breaths she takes till the last one comes. When I made it to her place she was worn out and her virgin eyes that I missed were no longer there, but the eyes blaming time for taking all and leaving nothing but a phrase I have seen in them, “I will meet you on the other side, and as a rose I will wake”

Adieu ... temps

Episode 17

My perception about time disappeared when my feelings did .... I thought I was the only one ... but while dreaming gives me rest from the dimmed vision I always have ... screams of a man woke me up ..... he was running as he walked out of the tavern totally drunk .... he started knocking every single door in search for a swindler who stole time .... "you think I'm drunk? well I am ... I thought as soaking hours I spend awaken in wine kills time it can bring it back .... but a swindler stole it before our eyes ... we were all in the market when he stole it ... we were all putting off a candle to not to see the rotten fruit we are accepting to eat when he stole it ... we were all harvesting what we have sawn when he stole it .... we were waiting in the breadline when he stole it .... he stole our minds in need .... he stole the joy of drinking for wasting time by killing time ..... even when we broke free ..... he gave us no time to think of what we can do after breaking free ... he stole the joy of things taking time .... the feelings taking time .... he stole time itself ..... he gave us money, but gave us no time to spend them ... he made happiness momentary .... and joy became like the phoenix .... eternal ... but unreal .... Adieu .... temps"

His Rebirth ... My Rebellion

Episode 16

I can't reckon how many times dusk and dawn exchanged presence, but I recall Damien's voice .... I've heard many voices none of them I have seen in my mind, but one night I failed to hear it, I kept wandering for I know I drifted for days and nights, I thought dispair filled him after losing track of his only companion, though blinded he could acknowledge to his existence ... Was that my greatest fear?

For a moment I faced myself with reality of my selfish feeling ... I only sought acknowledgement for my existence ... my being .... I was not seeking his empty and cold stone .... I am not seeking company of his death ... for parallel lines never meet .... and like the strings of a harp we are never one ... but we complete the same song .... For I lost his company ... I took his rebirth in me ....