@Alther 25 August 2020 more from that month

The pieces of a haunting dream

Shiny night animal eyes were waiting for me to fall asleep. The cold doesn't want to give up attacking my bones. A bonfire devoured a pile of firewood which was partially damp and didn't help me warm. I curled up on the sleeping bag that was loyal to me. The fiery dance hypnotized me with its graceful contortion. He rose and then the night wind played at will. I pushed the innocent wood into the fire. The night reached its climax. My eyes closed and woke up repeatedly. The threat still grips my fear. I'm not halfway there yet. I don't want to be buried yet. Later, Lord. Not in the mouth of the beast that loyally stalks me. Those vicious, drooling jaws were not the way I wanted them to go. The stars flickered flirtatiously at me. I replied as if they saw me. Constellations formed to comfort my trouble A beautiful crescent moon with white light without a sparkle invites my sleepiness and I fall asleep. The wilderness seemed to hum along with the bats that began to leave the dark cave. They wake up and chase with loud slashing sounds. My hand removed the small twig that fell on top of my head. Morning has come. Bringing a sack of storylines that I have to go through like yesterday. I can not guess what gift I will open today. Just hoping that my life will be better than yesterday, and the devil I can beat and disappear from my heart. My provisions are running low. I have to endure nausea when I have to chew earthworms to serve the voice calling my stomach tonight. I have to pluck these unknown leaves as a substitute for my vegetables. And I have to be ready to dig the ground to get an antidote to my thirst if the rain doesn't want to stop even for a few moments. The hum of a pair of bees greeted my ears in place of the crickets. In the wilderness, there is no way I can enjoy the classical piano sound like I always played for the devil. Love song he asked of me. I played the pedals perfecting the notes I created for him. And he took me to hell in the form of heaven that is most beautiful. Just me and him there. Missing each other. Kissing each other without remembering the seconds of time humming flatly. We stared at each other in the thin veils that tore when the wrong words were spoken. She dominates me and guides my way even though my eyes are closed. She was able to make the ice on the top of Everest melt and turn coals in the Sahara. She is a queen of ambition and I have fallen in her grasp. I am a living puppet that can't be me. I'm a doll who can't cry in front of him. I am a floating soul. I am a part of him. I slipped and fell. Rolled down a rocky hill. Endure to the best of my ability. With difficulty, my fingers find support so that I don't fall deeper. My clothes are torn. The moss-covered stones thawed my hopes for survival. I saw a gaping abyss ready to catch my body. One stone collapsed when my foot touched it. I heard no sound when I entered the abyss. How deep is She? God, this must be the end of my journey. I've found the antidote I need. My heart has recovered and the pieces are joined together just like before. Now I am ready for you to call beside You. My grip has come loose. My surrender is the last for myself. The devil disappeared from my shadow. Now I have my own reflection. I can smile my way. The last smile that will bind my body down there later. Only my heart remains intact even though my body is crushed like pieces of a haunting dream. *A scratch of wasted ink. Sorry if it's long but meaningless.*