Winds From The East

Osiris83 I woke up with mist in my eyes and milky walls all around. It was gone, everything; they were gone, everyone; empty shelves, everywhere. All I could see were white curtains, dangling like puppets, flowing with the breeze in an acquainted yet unfamiliar way. I made my way out of the room, confused and began following the corridor which seemed endless. The challis curtains across the corridors shielded my view and slapped across my face. Unable to view what lied ahead I kept walking. At last I could feel it. As I felt the wind, I knew the end is near. I walked even faster. And there it was, an endless sea with a small island. I swam across the endless sea, against the tide. At times my mind asked me let go but the sight of the island kept me going. Fatigued yet determined I swam towards the island. All I could see was a white tree with someone or something staring away towards the endless ocean. I slowly succumbed to the voices in my mind and decided to let go....

Osiris 83 It’s really weird when the blurring between reality and dreams starts fading away. Life is no longer in the binary mode, where everything can be classified as either real or imaginary. It’s ridiculously insane as if someone planted some memories into your fucking brain and you have no idea whether those events actually happened or it’s just something you are making up. Something similar was happening to me. I couldn’t exactly recall but there were certain events which happened in the night and I was unable to recall the sequence of these events. Drinking coffee in the balcony and trying to find some meaning in the strange patterns I observe, be it clouds or the floor tiles, is something which gives me a natural high. The patterns mean nothing just like life. There is no sense of connection between any two patterns/events in life. It’s just bland. Thinkers have spent eons finding the purpose of our lives. Pessimists would say maybe life has no purpose at all, ...