La Lutte
There was a bottle of poland spring by my side..to be precise on my right hand side. My small desk light was by my left hand side. My head was rested on my elbow. Straing at the screen, what did I see? I saw the editing frame, which was empty..and which is not empty anymore.
There was a prisoner in the spanish island of Ibiza. He was inprisoned in a dark chambre, without light or sound. He screamed to himself everyday at the very beginning of his incarseration. Feeling helpless, he gradually stopped screaming or knocking on the wall or any "unnecessary" act which turned out just a wasting of energy. It was cozy in the cell despite the isolation, since he was once an important figure. People wouldn't do harm on him. He can get a decent meal every once in a while, the menu repeated itself everytime.As time goes by, day by day night by night, it became just an elapse of time, no day no night. Thinking? no, he wouldn't do so since there was no point. All are kept invariant. "I'm getting old" one day he told himself. Was he said it or just thought of it? He forgot, he never knew. Then, the dullness continued.
He saw the light, then he closed the eyes. The dullness continued.
The light? The dullness continued.
The light?! Where, where are my eyes?
My vison, My world!
My life.
The dullness continued.
Because he had been slept for so long, so long that he forgot how long, he even forgot if he was sleeping.
Wake up! his inner soul told him.
No response.
"ting" ...a sound
He recognized it. Wake up, Wake me up!I need to Wake up! I've been sleeping for so long, so long that I forgot for how long, so long that I forgot even if I was asleep. But I know I am sleeping now. I know it. I need to wak up! No dullness anymore, it' time to come back!
My eye lids opened. I see a beam of light pass through the wall in front of me. it was just a small beam. Wait, what is it? the sound. no, the explosion! is it the explosion? Yes it is, as what I've been through in the battlefield! Can I move? All my feelings were concentrated on the tip of my finger. My finger, I'm searching for my finger, they sohuld be there all the way down from my arms. Nothing... do I have my fingers? or should I ask do I still have feeling?
I do have feeling, I think therefore I am. Thinknig is the only prove of my existence so far. But I am exist. I am someone. I feel my finger. I wonder about the days I can sing and dance. Can I speak? Say.. say something. There is a weird feeling in my throat, as I'm trying to make a sound. Curiocity. I want to know what's happening out there. My world is only a beam of light. I want more!
I raised my arms. yes, I raised them. I let them touch my face. I have beard, my beard is long. I feel them. I crawl towards the dot where the light comes from. It became bigger and bigger, after all filled my left eye. Blue...Is it sky? Gray, are they dusts?
I AM HERE!!!!!!!! I finally YELLED.
....
That was the last moment I rememberd. Now I'm in the hospital. Still too weak to make more motions. It's all white. I like it in contract to my black days. I need to recover here. I need to reaccpeting the world around me. I need to go back to my fighting my work my mission my destiny. Because I am awake, now. I can feel the corner of my lips raising. once again.
I'm feeling thirsty. Where is my Poland Spring?
There was a prisoner in the spanish island of Ibiza. He was inprisoned in a dark chambre, without light or sound. He screamed to himself everyday at the very beginning of his incarseration. Feeling helpless, he gradually stopped screaming or knocking on the wall or any "unnecessary" act which turned out just a wasting of energy. It was cozy in the cell despite the isolation, since he was once an important figure. People wouldn't do harm on him. He can get a decent meal every once in a while, the menu repeated itself everytime.As time goes by, day by day night by night, it became just an elapse of time, no day no night. Thinking? no, he wouldn't do so since there was no point. All are kept invariant. "I'm getting old" one day he told himself. Was he said it or just thought of it? He forgot, he never knew. Then, the dullness continued.
He saw the light, then he closed the eyes. The dullness continued.
The light? The dullness continued.
The light?! Where, where are my eyes?
My vison, My world!
My life.
The dullness continued.
Because he had been slept for so long, so long that he forgot how long, he even forgot if he was sleeping.
Wake up! his inner soul told him.
No response.
"ting" ...a sound
He recognized it. Wake up, Wake me up!I need to Wake up! I've been sleeping for so long, so long that I forgot for how long, so long that I forgot even if I was asleep. But I know I am sleeping now. I know it. I need to wak up! No dullness anymore, it' time to come back!
My eye lids opened. I see a beam of light pass through the wall in front of me. it was just a small beam. Wait, what is it? the sound. no, the explosion! is it the explosion? Yes it is, as what I've been through in the battlefield! Can I move? All my feelings were concentrated on the tip of my finger. My finger, I'm searching for my finger, they sohuld be there all the way down from my arms. Nothing... do I have my fingers? or should I ask do I still have feeling?
I do have feeling, I think therefore I am. Thinknig is the only prove of my existence so far. But I am exist. I am someone. I feel my finger. I wonder about the days I can sing and dance. Can I speak? Say.. say something. There is a weird feeling in my throat, as I'm trying to make a sound. Curiocity. I want to know what's happening out there. My world is only a beam of light. I want more!
I raised my arms. yes, I raised them. I let them touch my face. I have beard, my beard is long. I feel them. I crawl towards the dot where the light comes from. It became bigger and bigger, after all filled my left eye. Blue...Is it sky? Gray, are they dusts?
I AM HERE!!!!!!!! I finally YELLED.
....
That was the last moment I rememberd. Now I'm in the hospital. Still too weak to make more motions. It's all white. I like it in contract to my black days. I need to recover here. I need to reaccpeting the world around me. I need to go back to my fighting my work my mission my destiny. Because I am awake, now. I can feel the corner of my lips raising. once again.
I'm feeling thirsty. Where is my Poland Spring?
posted by Myf at 23:07
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