Yesterday I broke two toes today I ran faster than any day … to catch a thief you need a fingerprint that is dull and old, lose the print to push the walls of the box further, its existence is not a prison but a motive to inspire even by fear and agony … freedom is a mirage in an infinite desert but give me empty space and I shall create!
He opened the giant black chest to find a letter and a mirror. The letter says – “Do not look in the mirror or you will be drawn in to drown.” He looked in to see someone behind him … It was him but he had black eyes, he smiled then pushed him into the mirror.
He fell into a white sky through the clouds then rained on this world. The drops of his rain came together to be this liquid form figure that took his shape but he was transparent.
He saw his hands then tried to touch his face like the portrait “The Scream” … He looked like it in the others’s eyes even though they’re not familiar with it. He stood for moments in fear, confusion and horror.
He kept running in this transparent world which has no other form than water. Entire buildings were standing on their own. “Where is the logic?! Water which does not need a vessel to be contained?” People were people alright … They stared with judging eyes like they see through you into your soul.
“Excuse me … I came into your world from the mirror which is in the chest and I came down like … Like rain? Do you know if- …”
“Get away from me! You’re crazy!”
“Well … It turns out that they don’t know that there is a leak … I need a person who knows …”
“Oh my god! Are you Adam’s son?!!”
“Yes … I am!”
“You look so much like him … Do you want me to take you to his mansion?”
“He has a mansion here? …”
“Come on my friend I’ll lead the way.”
“Welcome sir …”
“I have butlers?”
“You have all that you need and want.”
“I believe I’m dreaming or hallucinating … Am I mad? Wow … Look at these paintings, the sculptures, the library looks like heaven … Are these drawn angels on the ceiling? …”
“Sir, have a seat. Dinner is ready.”
“It’s a chicken in a water form … It has no taste …”
“Is it good sir?”
“Oh yes …”
“Not fulfilling … Wake up … What am I doing here? I don’t belong here! I might be surrounded by people but I’m alone! I need to go back.”
He asked the butler – “Do you know someone who knows about the mirror?”
“Sir, it’s an ancient story that our grandmothers used to tell. The only person who still talks of it is Le Fou …”
“Take me to him.”
“Mr Fou … I don’t belong here.”
“Of course not.”
“I can’t stay here … My life will be wasted. I need to live … I’ve just known what I want to do with my life. To give it a meaning … My existence.”
“What is the meaning of existence?”
“To believe in it, to belong then to prove it.”
“How will you prove it?”
“By being the change.”
“You may leave … If you take him with you … He’s stuck here too.”
“It’s not a problem.”
“It is … You can only leave if you give something in return.”
“You mean a sacrifice?!”
“Indeed, both of your spirits can leave in one body, the other should be given in return to be a running river for this world to feed on.”
“Two souls in one body? How!”
“It can be done. I suggest you go back with the boy’s body … You’ll be younger and have more memories to make.”
“As long as my life takes its course …”
The wise man brought out a bubble of colour from a box and placed it into the man’s chest. A great staircase of light cut its way up to the sky and the man’s soul flew with the child and they merged together.
The boy woke up with two different personalities that talk to each other, sometimes each soul would try to force itself to block the other … It’s almost like taking turns. They both never agree and sometimes the man slaps the child. He grew up known as the crazy boy who was feared by everyone and approached by none and it was not a life that he had, that walking dead. They burnt the chest together with the mirror melting inside and have never looked in a mirror ever again.