Bleak (The Stoic)

Episode 47

I have no sense of living without aim ..... twenty nine elliptical revolutions since I was born ...... or since I started compromising ...... I can't recall the first or the last time I could deliberate ..... or even when I cared to ...... sighs and howls of the wind and rattling of rain on my roof .... but I see nothing ..... I happen to hear them every day ..... and every thing behind these shutters is thrown out of tune ..... as if all colours decided to deliberate in my stead and desert all the portraits in the gallery and ask of the audience to use their bleak imagination .... but .... alas .... if their imagination was not ripped off by a life so dreary, they wouldn't have borrowed yours.

In this hallway a portrait was hanging and was said to be of mine ..... let me tell you the story of this portrait  ..... it's a portrait of my within ..... as a man in my without gazed at me a little long and said "do you know I see you?" ..... vanished in thin air and a few days later he came back with this portrait ... full of colours and faces .... like a still life paintings though all was animated ..... like the detailed paintings of Vermeer though in open air where the sun touches everything ...... but I was not there ..... it failed to surprise me ..... and he pointed at a chamber .... it was a prison cell that even the sunlight sought not an entrance into it .... He said "You're there .... fully submerged in your very self .... I couldn't even see your finger tips reaching out from the bars .... you no longer seek without ..... you're fully submerged within."