I was lying there. Still. Lifeless. Numb….yet breathing.
With a body, curled up…. curled up like a fetus, waiting for light to dawn upon her untouched body.
But….with a body, cold…. cold as a dead and stale corpse, waiting for the ferocious hungry beasts to take away what death left behind.
With eyes, wide and open…. wide and open as they tried to make sense of the warm whispers in my ear, prophesying a life longer than I would want.
With a brow, frowned…. frowned to greet the thought of filling my lungs with the poisoned air…. poisoned with crippling regrets.
I was tired. Exhausted.
My eyelids felt heavy, like they weighed pounds. So, I allowed them to fall and shut the world away…. for…. I wanted to explore my world, the realm within.
But alas, torment doomed over my joy.
I found myself standing in a cage of glass, a cage that I built for myself over these years of agony….
Within no time, I was out of breath.
I was helpless, running my hands over the four glass walls.
I would have cried for help…. but the dark is cursed to be deaf.
I would have broken the glass…. but I crafted it to be unparalleled.
My lungs ached, I was choking….my body lost its power and my heart lost its hope. I surrendered to the fate that I chose for myself.
I was lying there. Still. Lifeless. Numb….yet breathing…. for…. I learnt to breathe in, on my emptiness.
– Gauri Walecha