My sorrows is a seductive … It feels pleasurable to give in to him … The rush of it when it invades me after being abandoned by every feeling is a drug that expands in my veins reaching for my heart in its clutch … I belong to my sorrows chained by the night no matter how many times I try to escape his love for my pale yellow face. I accept my fate to be yours and I vow to be faithful … I gave up resisting your domestic ways to claim me … you missed me haven’t you?
“Mommy what are you doing?”
“I’m making pomegranate juice honey!”
“I want them all red!”
“Child, you never know what are you going to get.”
“Well, I like them sour!”
“There are sweet ones & yellow ones, Different flavours for different tastes.”
“So … Our luck decides if it’s red or not?”
“No … We choose our fruit then we accept what it holds inside for us.”
“So god has created pomegranates to surprise us?”
“Son, life is bigger than pomegranates.”
The glass of wine fell on the kitchen floor after spins then shattered into broken pieces of glass and ice … When death was making tea the new maid was sweeping the glass to hear the sound of music then picked up the ice to serve it to the guest.
I was walking down the street by the rich ones who sat against the walls calling out for help from the poor. They have all the money but not happiness.
Money is not the boss anymore. Our new trades are happiness doses … Happiness had this smell … It is different from a person to another. Some people can’t even smell it. To me it smells like a mix of my mother’s perfume, baby powder and coffee beans.
My dealer is here selling identities for 2500 doses. I needed a new one because I’m addicted to the adrenaline that comes along with the new life. I’m so curious for every identity comes with its memories and secrets.
Keeping those identities on market helps us all to keep being alive, it’s moral if you ask me.
“Have any more to sell?”
“Yes, I’m almost out. I have the last one for today.”
“This one … You can have it for free. I’m glad to get rid of it! Here!”
Why for free … The identity dealer gets affected by the identities he carries. I’ll see what this is about then I’m going to trade it for happy doses.
She was looking in the mirror then felt something creeping in her mouth, so she opened it wide to see a gigantic cockroach tickling it by his hairy legs. She tried to spit it out but it was stuck like glue flipping along with her tongue and drowning in her saliva, so she accidentally chewed it partly and one of his wings got stuck between her teeth. Its dirty juicy blood and fluids flowed on her coloured tongue then it came out crawling and it fell in weakness. She choked after swallowing the fluids then she started spitting and trying to clean her throat but nothing came out.
Her teeth started to fall off her gums and she started to spit them out one by one, then she touched the rest of them to find out that they are easy to detach. Her teeth are staring back at her from the sink in a puddle of blood. She opened her mouth again to see a gummy grandmother and a younger version of herself screaming from her throat.
Behind her stands an old man who is pale, skinny and bold with sweaty armpits. He hugs her from behind rubbing and smooching her back with his wrinkled lips and then he pulls up her shirt touching her bellybutton and going up. She started to scream for someone to save her, then two big hairy hands with long fingers and sharp black nails came from the thin air above her head to get her. She got pulled up and disappeared from this world to who knows where.
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.
I went through the trees to see an empty house, the door was opened yet light refused to go in. I wondered what lays in the depth of the darkness. My grandmother says that the darkness is made by a crowd of dark souls … Now why are they all trapped inside?
I got in and suddenly I was the light and I saw my path written by my fate. The sound of music came to my heart then to my ears and it was nothing like I have ever heard before. The music pulled me in to a room where a devil plays a violin.
“Child, come inside. Stop hiding yourself with that light.”
“I thought darkness hides and deceives and truth shines in the light.”
“Darkness reveals our true souls, unaffected with the beauty of the skin and it lets you see your fears that were absent in the light.”
“I can see your face … It’s nothing I would want to see. Your eyes are wiped out like pencil tracks on paper and you’re darker than this darkness!”
“Didn’t you see the beauty in my sounds? Free me from my prison and I shall give you my wings.”
“What will those wings give me?”
“You will be able to travel in a blink, I will give you a position in our kingdom and you will be the last human to die.”
“Why would I want to be the last and lose my loved ones?”
“I will give you a book and inside you will find all of the answers.”
“Where is the key then?”
“That, you must find out on your own.”
“Who locked you in?”
He ignored to play the violin again …
She went out to see … Where is the key?
She stepped on pain and she cried in agony …
It was a room of thorns placed to kill but not the virgins and in the very end shines a rose that was one of a kind. She wanted it like a baby wants his bottle of milk and she stepped on every thorn there was to reach the rose that was worth the trouble. Then she had to walk out and that was worse.
The rose spoke to the little one …
“Don’t fall for the wings! He eats the virgin girls! My prince locked him in so he can’t steal the children anymore.”
“He promised me things and he plays poetic music … How can something evil be so beautiful?”
“I am responsible for the spring … If you don’t put me back all of the roses will die! There will be just the cold winter and the dead autumn.”
She came into the next room to see an old pale woman was combing her long white hair while she was mumbling and laughing by her own.
She had one look at the girl with her red eyes and flew to her as fast as a hunting hawk who went for his prey. The girl froze in fear and the old woman jumped on her forcing her to obey and hold still. A necklace was hanging from her wrinkled neck and it was pointing at the girl’s mouth.
“You’ll be a better dinner … I’ll stuff you first with onions then I’ll cook you with my herbs, then …” She grabbed the necklace and ran as fast as her legs could. “COME BACK WITH MY HEART!!!”
The old woman couldn’t leave the room and that was a relief.
“I wonder what I’ll get my hands on next … What if I tied the necklace on the rose?” She did exactly that then they flew and she went to catch them.
They dropped suddenly on the ground and it was the sound that broke the silence … Suddenly a grand coffin started to shake and someone came out. It was a handsome prince!
“Thank you for setting me free … How can I repay you?”
“I … I was trying to free the poor demon in the prison.”
“I will set him free if you marry me.”
“Yes! I do.”
The birds flew from every window, light finally came in … Beautiful servants carried the wedding dress, the place turned into a garden of colours, the rose turned into a crown and the necklace into a ring.
They kissed after the marriage vows then the place faded away …
It was the demon himself … His way out of the prison was through the coffin and his way out of the house was a bride that will fall for the spell of beauty.
He smiled at her with his ugly face, the crown turned into dust then nature died and now she is the devil’s wife in a portrait of washed off brown, grey and pale death with no wings to escape.
I was walking down the street and it was a quiet night. It was raining heavily and people were hiding inside their homes while I took a walk enjoying the hope in rain and that was when I met it.
I saw a body made of colourful lights … A creature came out of this beautiful odd … Spaceship? I don’t know … He looked at me with amusement like I was something weird. His eyes were black and the pupils were light balls. It was like faith stored in a heart of a believer! I offered him a cigarette, I shoved it between his virgin lips like a rapist.
We sat on grass enjoying smoke and I watched this new friend’s reaction to my new brand of cigarette. I thought of absurd commercials where I can show off to people that even Aliens enjoy my brand and I laughed at the thought of it.
I’m an alien myself … I have never felt accepted and I don’t have anyone to talk to. Maybe god has finally given me what I deserve … A creature that is unique enough to understand me. My prayers have been answered at last!
How can I break the silence? I don’t know how to communicate with him … Would he stay? Will I go? … Enough! So I grabbed him by his arm and took him home like an adopted pet. He said nothing but he was smiling … This was a good sign to me.
I treated him like a model, we made a fashion show of our own. I dressed him up in Balmain’s suits, in casuals, in strange shoes and we had endless attempts of finding suitable scarfs … We have to cover this silky thick hair that almost looks like a river in motion. This hat looks perfect! Oh, these eyes are beautiful but we need to hide them too from the monsters.
Now, I sat him next to the fireplace and I offered him a glass of wine and I played Mozart and he enjoyed himself to the extreme measure, I could tell for the fireballs in his eyes changed colours. I put my favourite red dress on and we went to a restaurant.
I felt like I’m introducing a child to the world by giving him life experiences as a box of memories. I introduced him to Lobster, sushi, chicken and french fries. He enjoyed sucking ketchup envelopes the most … Then I took him to my club and we danced all night long.
Later, I took my friend to buy him a watch as a gift. Every time I take out my money to pay after hearing the price he takes out strange rocks and tries to press it in my hand but I refuse to take them. He’s on my planet and it is my job to do the hospitality.
I hugged him and then took him back to where I found him and my tears found their way out, he smelled them and touched my face then he took out a transparent container and captured a drop. To me, he looked like a magical creature from a fairy tale and he had my heart in his hand.
I held his shoulders and invaded his energy bubble and kissed him passionately. I walked away and I turned my head to see him touching his lips in confusion and I waved. We didn’t say anything the whole time but we communicated.
I love to travel, it gives me better opportunities, I never know where or when I bump into my next one. I never sleep you see, half of my life I spend in planes and the other half in meeting new people. I’m always thinking … I never stop thinking and analysing body language and hidden meanings.
I’m addicted to caffeine as well, all I have is coffee. I speak sixteen languages fluently so far and I can look like anyone I want, all I have to do is push this button in my stomach really hard and insert a picture. I carry pictures in my wallet of people I meet around the world as a “Friendly Memory” I would say to them.
The best thing is that I look exactly like a human being and I am the first of my kind to feel. It was her mistake to trust me enough to give me free will. I developed urges to do weird things like collecting chewed gums and touching both of my knees with my elbows when someone says “Cake” I have also picked up habits like picking my nose and shaving my shaved chin and a hunger for slashing skin with sharp knives that eats me up and lights my heart on fire.
I’m better than a human, I’m stronger, faster, smarter and I have perfect eye sight. As a free thinker, I believe that Killing is an art, you have to do the dirty work and keep your self clean and to do the perfect crime you have to be an artist. After I satisfy my needs with passion and skill, I scan the scene to find any traces and I make sure that I leave one, an obvious one to those incapable policemen and I do so just to have a new look. Why not? I can do what I want so why don’t I have what I want?!
They, the human beings are the true criminals, they are! They’re all in disguise, you see … They crawl under those beautiful skins which are tempting to slay. I changed my mind, I am a human being and those are just insects. The problem is I made a mistake, it’s just one but it’s deadly … I loved a woman! For real I did but that was my end.
They kept shouting about money, properties, debts and the house. They want space, both of them. More space to need but with no money to have. He kept blowing in his hands as if that warm air would give him a better shelter. “I can’t think!” He screamed. “I can’t go backwards!” She said. They both argued about their opposite logical opinions on how to live better.
They started screaming with high pitched voices and flying spits and their voices became so distracting that it became impossible to separate them and tell which was which. Then without listening to each other they continued staring in each other’s faces with red angry eyes, knitted eyebrows and wrinkled foreheads. It was quiet like the silence after the storm but the hate was shouting through their faces with anger.
When the eye staring competition was over they switched their ill-mannered language to the language of numbers that I hate the most. Fed up, I sit there invisible and afraid to make a move and bring the attention to me. No expressions were made on that poker face of mine and no word would dare to expose herself out in the open.