I RAN!
I ran among the sublime trees. I ran as the birds of paradise floated above me, chirping in harmony as if they were sharing a secret man could never decipher. The spring season and the beauty around me made me feel happy, cheerful and ecstatic.
But I still kept on running away. I could hear the pounding of my footsteps on the pebbly soil underneath me. I ran parallel to the untainted and serene stream eager to get away.
It seemed as though I was chasing the sun. But, as I ran towards the edge of the forest, I suddenly tripped and fell into a pit but a little while later I could see light. Thus, I still had HOPE!!!!!!!
As i got up from the pit, I took a notice of my surroundings. I could tell that I was in the same forest but the leaves were no longer lush green covered in dew, instead they where a combination of pale yellow and fading orange, falling away from the branches of every tree present making it seem like the whole forest was covered in a crust of brown sugar and cinnamon. As I started running again, the autumn season made a new emotion take over me! I was feeling sad, miserable and heartbroken, as if a part of me had died along with those leaves and a strong sense of despair passed over me as I fell into a pit again.
I kept on screaming, waiting to emerge from the pit. But it seemed like the pit had a mind of its own. I couldn’t tell how long was I falling into it again, but as I started losing all hope i tumbled from the hole. Again i could tell that it was the same forest but something seemed very odd! Shadowed against the setting sun, the forest looked quite menacing. My surroundings were no longer sublime or beautiful. It looked like the trees were withered with age, twisted and crooked which resembled all the dammed souls condemned to suffer.
As I kept running again a new surge of emotions took over me. I felt pain, agony and torture which seemed like a thousand knifes pierced my soul and kept on questioning my very existence. I kept on running, screaming for help and occasionally stumbling upon the low hanging branches of the tees intertwined with each other like dead hands clasped in prayer.
I ran on the slippery ground which was densely covered by snow with rouge mud patches here and there making it look like holes of eternal darkness meant to torture anyone who fell in it. The forest was no longer sublime, pure or angelic...... rather, it looked like FROZEN HELL, sucking all the emotions and purpose out of my short miserable life.
I was so glad when I fell into the pit again , and unlike before feared getting out of it. As the pit grew deeper and deeper and my screams grew louder and louder, i could sense someone grab my shoulder and i felt a coldness wash over me!!!!
I WAS FINALLY AWAKE...!!!
A sense of gratitude rushed over me for my mother who woke me from that terrible dream. But one thing I learnt from it was i wasn’t brave like i prided myself to be. I was a COWARD who kept on running away from things. I was a COWARD who kept on hiding behind emotions and moreover I Was a COWARD who didn’t deserve love or friendship.
