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"