Six will do, thank you!

dont remember when I wrote this and it definitely need some polishing done.

Six Will Do, Thank You!

         “The everlasting loop of staleness, morphed into the cycles of no sight,

         Cold mornings, into warm evenings, into cold nights,

         No caution, less meanings, leave you on fright,

         Solitude of essence, births a specimen with own light.”
 

         Needless to say, I’ve always wanted to have a poetic entrance into a story, even though, nowadays my dexterity needs some whetting done.

“09:32”

         The sound of my breathing woke me up early this morning, the fact that I still do, is - fascinating. This frigid layer below me is getting too uncomfortable to doze off on, although the offerings were dense enough for a female person to contemplate for hours, I respectfully fought shy of the selection. The velvet suit that I borrowed from my grandfather is just a tad longer for my shoulders but even though I pointed that detail out, I’m not that of a picky person. The tailor must have been a marvel with a needle and thread, because the stitching on it is remarkable. Grandad used to always brag about how he got it from overseas shops, back in his sailor days. Sadly, I never got the satisfaction of being on an ocean trip, it was my long term dream but I guess I never had the nerve to bite the bullet, only thing that came close to water was rain, so I settled down for a float under the storm, if float is the correct description. Oh, the tie? I got it from a friend located near me, he’s been so caring ever since I came in the neighborhood. We seldom get together to witness the documentaries about soil, you’d think it’d be boring, but for some reason, that’s the only thing that manages to keep us distracted. While we’re on the subject of distractions, let me assure you that it was never a problem, until several days ago. Now, I think I’ve reached the waiting chapter.

“11:16”

         Ashes of my geophysics doctrine couldn’t have been a better representation of the time spent here. Countless of them who strive for exegesis and I would gladly pour my ponderings, but thankfully there’s no penny for my thoughts here. I’ve kept them closely for so long that sporadically even I question the validity of it. Lately I’ve been trying to cram my knowledge into a safe box with the easiest code, so that anyone with the simplest deciphering skill can open it. At first it would seem like the most important stack of papers with high expectations, but if I’m being honest it’s an effortless explanation of one’s existence. The lack of magical cube and interest forced me to choose other ways of expressing my notions, so if you would let me, I will take you to the genesis.

“12:47”

         It all started with a surprising awakening, felt like a whirlpool going down the sinkhole, the way all the needed and unneeded information went inside my head. Confusion is the least thing you have to worry about, never thought that overpopulated brain could hurt the rest of the body too, but it all settles down after a while. I was greeted with a growing circle, scenery seemed familiar but the feeling was mismatched. Blurry visions of people doubting about something filled me with curiosity, annoying sounds of a person screaming overtook my hearing, followed by the cheerful emotion, which made me think I was going crazy. A touch on the shoulder was enough to break me out of it. The fear of turning around shook my neck, so I started running forward without looking back for hours, before realizing how impossible it was that I did not get tired and with just a blink of an eye, bam! here I am, back to where it all began. This time my vision was clear, no sense of wearing down or exhaustion and especially, no strange noises. I went to take a quick stroll around the place, which took more time than I intended, due to my prolonged observation of abnormal patterns of this realm, which I will get to - shortly. Seeing the sun going down became my alarm for returning to the origin. Later I found out about my lack of ability to interfere with nearly anything that was going on, limited area of exploration left me with no other choice but to lay down on the ground and rest. Unfortunately night came and the despair came with it. One would’ve found a plethora of hints and one of them was the reduction of depth, which came with time, yet I still used to go ahead and close my eyes, hoping I would wake up from the illusion.

         Next day I woke up to the sound of screaming again, but this time it was a different scream, I pinched myself, like I did for the next few days, but to no avail. My bored persona decided to investigate what was going on, which took me two or three years and then all the recollections started coming through. It probably had nothing to do with me, the way circle evolves depends on your past self, or future, couldn’t fully figure that part out.

         Walking seems to be one of the main parts of the journey, along with all the other things I miss the smell of my cigar smoke aromated beard, unreasonable stroking of it and tearing them one by one, once the nervous threshold was passed. I’ve always wondered if it’s strange to clean your shoes on the dewy grass, knowing water droplets will catch more dust and dirt shortly after.

“14:51”

         I won’t hold you to witness the awfulness of evening or night, plus this sand is no longer falling through my fingers. The darkness still bleeps in my eyes and I envy anybody that got out of here, I guess it’s the punishment and a curse, having to watch yourself live a life you already did, witnessing his every step, every mistake, every little tiny details you wished you could go back and fix! Sadly in this place, all you can do is watch, until you bleed out in your own tears but I managed to live through it, all the sorrow and unimaginable controversy with myself I felt is over now.

         I take a last glimpse at my watch, hope I’m not late for my funeral.

“12:47”

-I am greeted with a growing circle, scenery seems familiar but the feeling is mismatched… Someone is standing still in from of me, I walk up to him and touch him on the shoulder but he starts running forward like he saw a monster or something, people are weird in here...


Understand this, you will live again but in your next existence you may not be awake.