When the boundary between reality and imagination vanishes |
...The sounds were there. The sights were present. Both the worlds were merging with a soundless clash. I heard the omelette, sizzling ferociously in the frying-pan, sending shimmering droplets of oil in every direction. The television was blaring at full volume; the same perfunctory greetings, the same anecdotes of violence, slaughter and wide scale massacre, the same portrayals of suburban bliss and shallow socialites. I heard a door shut with an ear-splitting crash. A couple arguing; swear words and curses. It was a cacophony of sounds, floating lifelessly through space; endless revolutions, never to be broken. I closed my eyes, but I could still see. My senses were alive. I was no longer lying languidly on the ever so lumpy couch in the sitting room. Instead, I was suspended on a bridge; a strand of thread linking my conscious to the sub-consciousness. My thoughts were wandering; wandering to an unexplored place, existent only in my dreams. Everything became a swelling mass of shattered pieces, lost in the sands of time. I could smell the faint trace of the vast ocean that lay ahead. I could hear the crashing of the waves. I felt an earnest desire to melt into the sky, to fade away into the glorious sunset. It was so silent it felt empty. Still, I could distinguish the trance; feel the pulsating beats through every fibre of my soul. The smoke was exhaled; the breaths were taken. There were no questions, no periods. No sins, no deeds; just a volley of mystifying emotions, piled up like fallen snow. The realms were dissolving into each other. Dead branches. Dewy leaves. Hard-hitting rain. The magnificent rays. The stormy wind. The light breeze. I was there in the present; anticipating the future and perceiving my past as a forgotten legend. I looked up; the sky stretched before my eyes; a million stars glimmering. I smiled; a smile that made the air quiver with its sheer velocity. I didn’t understand what it was; the apocalypse of the world or my eventual rebirth, but somehow, somewhere, I felt complete, captivated by the moment, frozen in time. So simple it felt foolish. So cursed it was beautiful. -Delirium |