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Monday 28 January 2013

Locked Up In Fog


Always aim for the moon, so even if you fall, you can land on the stars.’

She played with the word of the quote in her mind while tears streamed down from the corners of her eyes and disappeared somewhere in her hair. As she stared at the bunk above her, even the stars seemed too far; past the two bunks above her, the roof, the second story and the limitless distance towards the sky. An impossible journey.

She looked at the hardwood of the bed above, staring back at her and wondered where her life was going. She was nowhere. Life had always been so perfect for her, the choices were never her own, just an illusion at that, but she enjoyed them nonetheless. She had honestly nothing planned for her future, and it wandered off in the forbidden lands of nowhere. But finally a decision was reached and she struggled with all her might to take it from there; she had an aim, a door to reach.

But karma, karma was a pain in the behind, the door of opportunity was nothing more than an illusion, a mirage in the dry dessert that she had taken to be an oasis, a disappointment that sent her crashing down, with all her spirits drowning in self pity and accusation. Before her lied nothing but a barren land, she had journeyed from nowhere to nowhere. At first she had had a goal to chase, that would have been her way out, but now there was no goal, no target. The planes of disappointment spread out vast in every direction she looked. They were limitless and she had no clue where to go and nobody to guide her.

Tears came stronger than ever as she realized the reality of her situation again. She considered calling her best-friend and spilling out all her worry to her but she had probably done all she could; she had helped her up after she had crashed down under the weight of disappointments and dusted her down, raising her drowned spirits. She had felt a lot better then, but now, weighing her options she had to admit that she was stuck, her mind clogged.

She heaved muted sobs in the dark room as the night grew longer. Eventually she fell in a chain of weird dreams that woke her up every half hour or so, every time greeted by the everlasting darkness. At sunrise she sat up in her bed with a throbbing head and stinging eyes that were red and strained as she contemplated on her series of dreams, they had felt so meaningful but now they just seemed like pointless gibberish. She sighed, but couldn’t bring herself to sleep again.

The days became unnumbered as she went through her daily routine. She felt bored out of her wits yet there was so much to do that the day passed away in a blur. The nights were the same; an endless series of little sleep and deep dreams that lost meaning as soon as she pondered over them. Her thought had attached themselves to her mind like a leech, they sucked all energy out of her, her state was all she could think of and it always left her with a numbing headache that sent shivers down her spine and flooded her in cold sweat. She was stuck in the dry planes of nowhere looking for answers while her life had become a struggle, a question of her existence, an effort to live everyday one after the other in a single hope that somewhere she’ll find a response, a sign, a guide. 




12 comments:

  1. I think that no matter your situation you are able to overcome it, and do a lot, if you can just get out of the spiral of depression.

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    1. Yes, but the spiral of depression let's down a lot, so how do you get out of that!?

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  2. Thought-leeches...no better way to describe them.
    Sucking away all my energy...I love the imagery...however gross it would be to a normal person.:)

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    1. Thank you, Talitha. I don't think people would love the imagery, either! :)

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  3. At times like these we need to believe in ourselves, and try to get out of sadness !!!

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    1. Of course, we can't let go of the rope of faith but we use it to stand up, thats what matters!

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  4. And these emotions never end, just get stronger! Like my life you have defined.

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    1. Sigh, well yes and figuring them out is like still far off. Still have to keep believing, though!

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  5. I have been having days like that too, but a part of me keeps telling me that it'll be okay. This story has to move forward somehow, and it will :-)

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    1. Of course. Thank you for your kind words, Raajii! :)

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  6. Let me just start with saying that you have a splendid narrative technique. You word-play wa just beyond impressive; it sounded like I was hearing my own thoughts while wandering in the deep, hollow corridors of my own mind.

    And the idea of dreams losing meaning as soon as consciousness strikes is something again, to which I can relate. It's a sad state of affairs that we feel utterly incapable and helpless while battling with our own demons. I have been chained and pinned down by the same emotion with possibly, the same intensity. But in whatever way we can, we need to breakthrough our bonds.

    Man, I need to be a bit more regular here. :)
    Keep writing. I love your posts.

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    1. I am overwhelmed by your words of appreciation, thank you so so much. I am so gladd you feel that way about my writing.
      You are right. It's very important to not let those emotions to engulf you entirely. There's always a way out, a tiny door.

      Thnak you! :D

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