Saturday Morning, 4 A.M.
Restless, he could not sleep. An empty brain filled with a thousand voices yet all that echoed was silence. He woke up and as he rubbed his eyes it was all a blur like aerials of light circling around in the dark. This darkness felt like a long acquaintance to him, something that had been watching over him just like old buddies meeting after a long time. All he knew was that a vision approached him...embracing him. Every day as he slept the vision slowly grew within him...he began to realize now as the voices merged into one. In unison, they all echoed and took him to a place he had never been before.
On that restless night he walked alone on the busy streets. He could see dreams everywhere. He saw people dream of visiting beautiful places around the globe. He saw people salvaging the world. The world cried,for those who would not get to see her beauty and for those who were stupid enough to spoil her beauty. People who spoke about peace were the same ones who traded guns. He noticed that children were no longer afraid of monsters and bugaboos. All they feared now were guns and bombs. Lollipops and candies turned into cigarettes and bullets. While climate change made the world warmer the hearts of people were turning colder.
Amidst all the turmoil, within the echoing silence a light flashed in front of him as though it wanted to stab him. As the light blurred he saw all the people he had ever seen within his existence. Amongst all their vivid natures, despite all their limited capabilities he knew no one was actually bad. Despite all the differences all he saw was really good hearts. The free lives that were now slaves to money, religion and judgement until the day they’d breath their last. They did talk but had stopped speaking a long time ago. They did hear but had stopped listening a long time ago. He wanted to talk to them...tell them that this was a cancer which was simply multiplying. Maybe they’d hear him and learn what he could teach. Maybe they’d grab his arms as long as they reached them. But his words fell like the silent teardrops and all that echoed after them was silence. He too had fallen victim to the same cancer.
All the people turned their backs; bowed and prayed to the neon God that they had made. He climbed to the neon light and said,"Fools, these are no real Gods let me show you who are they."
He took the neon lights and made a sign that said," The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls, And tenement halls, And whispered in the sounds of silence."
As the sunlight shined upon him he woke up, confused. He thought it was just a dream, but the vision had planted it's seeds and maybe the world would be a bit of a better place. Now the vision hides in the darkness of the attics. Maybe tonight you will envision it. As we slowly but steadily move towards a place far better. World War I broke out about a century ago and yet we still haven't learnt to avoid wars. Humans learn real slow. Just make sure you learn the right thing.
I hope you could read all that crap without killing yourself. Thank you for bearing with this doucheblog for the past year. Yes, I wrote my first article here exactly a year ago and it has been a heck of a year I must say. It doesn't sound like too much but for me the responses have been way more than expected. Thanks a ton for the 3050 pageviews, I'm highly grateful.
Make sure you hit the +1 button and any feedback is welcome. Haven't been writing much lately and also not sure about the next few months. But will try to be back with better stuff.
Yes, you got it right! I and this article are highly inspired by "The Sound of Silence". It is a must have song for every good playlist!
Until next time,
(Yes, this time it wasn't Adios! Change is good)