Filling The Blankness

Who is that? I asked myself. What are you doing here? I said it loudly, in my head, (speaking to her telepathically). I am sure she understood what I meant from studying the look on my face. However, she stood there smiling, staring at me without blinking. Her whiteness transcended the dark and magnified her presence. I laid there looking at her dumbfounded, which would be the exact word for what I was feeling then. She stood there unmoving, I guess I got bored, so I went back to sleep.

“My days are becoming inexpressible. Everything is just moving so fast.” that’s what he said to me. I thought for a moment and I felt the same way too. Why is this happening? I thought to myself.

He asked me, “why is this happening?” As if reading my mind I told him, I am not sure myself.

“okay.”, Was all he said in response there were silence after that. We stood standing breathing the dusty air. A few moments passed by, He then out of the blue spoke of these words, “There is no wealth like education and no poverty like ignorance.” He continued, “of course, I read it somewhere and I felt like sharing it with you.

I looked at him as one would look at someone in a surprised odd-like kind of way. And I said to him, you do realize that what you said didn’t have anything to do with what we were talking about, right?

“Yes, now that you mentioned it, I do. I just assumed that since the both of us didn’t have a solution to why our days were becoming inexpressible I thought that I should move on to a different topic.”

Okay, you got a point there. I explained, I on the other hand assumed that we were going to discuss further about the topic until we reach some sort of conclusion. I assume that we agree that assuming isn’t always the right thing then?

He was staring somewhere else when I questioned him he seemed a bit startled but after a few seconds he answered, “hm? Yes, I agree with you on that.” There was more silent for a few minutes, and then he continued, “Want to hear another one?” he questioned.

I figured that if he wanted to say something then I should let him say it, so I nodded.

“Enemies are limitless, wide as space. Everyone is an enemy, but one overcomes the perils when one overcomes hatred.” He finished.

We were in a huge drainage area. The area was like two enormous tunnels. The place was vast with multiple other drains in the area. Some were wet, damp and smelly. On the other hand some were dried as dry can get. In the inside, where we stood, was surprisingly quite breezy and it was surprisingly refreshing. Stones and sand, that’s all there was there to it. I thought that It was a nice place for discussions or even to lay back and relax or just to getaway if the weather wasn’t too hot or raining that is.

I originally wanted to describe the other character; I even wanted to give him a name but then I thought that it would’ve been a waste seeing that he was not going to exist for long.

A man of the tribes suddenly appeared in front of us, with paintings on his face, some carvings on his skin and he had his tribe’s costume on. He had a bow and an arrow in his hands and he started to aim it at the other character. When I looked at the guy I was talking to, the arrow was already one with the other character and just like that he fell to the ground and was one with it.

“I bet now he won’t have to quote someone else’s quotes, that’ll give him something to express about.” Said the tribe’s man smirking uncontrollably, I stepped back a few steps and I sat down at the concrete, it looked clean just a bit dusty. The man came and sat next to me bringing his bow and arrows along with him.

“He told me, “I used to live in a tree house all alone. I was lost in all senses. So, one day I woke up and I decided that seclusion isn’t all that fun. And so I thought of giving interaction a try, from what I heard its better compared to living alone.” He looked directly to my eyes and said in almost a whisper, “it is said that if a person lives all alone long enough,” he paused for effect I guess and continued, “it is said that he’d go mad.” Finally He turned his glance away from me. I was relived and I took a deep breath to ease myself.

Again he looked at me and noticed that I wasn’t interested in what he was saying, he then said, “let me tell you something that sounds wise instead, “he told me, how do you make the earth covered in leather? So that everything you walk on will feel soft and comfortable? I don’t know, I answered. He sighed and said, “Cover your feet with leather.”

It made sense; of course it made sense. I heard that before. I was getting restless and I didn’t feel like interacting with this weird person anymore. So I told him that if he wants to meet people then there’s many around here just walk around and you’ll eventually find people.

He looked at me with his head up and then he said, “But I don’t know if there’ll be enough arrows for everyone.” He scratched his head, stood up and started walking away from me towards the sunlight and just like that he was gone too.

My head is aching; I thought to myself that I should go out for a drink. So I went for a drink and I realized that I was hungry, so I ate. I felt a lot better after that. I felt mentally weak and somewhat like a typical, mentally weak person. I don’t know, feeling a lot better after having something to eat makes me feel weak in the head. I felt like I had no control of my moods.

My mother once told me that. ‘Old is gold.’ I know she meant it, I also know that it was true and I also know that she couldn’t afford new stuffs.

I closed my eyes, tired of the way things were/ are. My eyes are still closed. I smell sickness and foul and I began to feel nauseous. And then I hear the sound of people in pain and their wails brought out the girl in me. I felt as if my heart was going to jump out of my throat.

In fear, I slowly opened my eyes. I realized that I was standing in an area surrounded by beds covered with white sheets and the pillows too were white, Inhibited by mostly the elderly, with various sicknesses and types. And when u looked at them they look back at you with their painful expressions, it was so painful that you don’t detect the hatred in their expressions like people normally let out when being stared at. What you see is pain and the struggle to keep on living. They had no care for anger.

Some were with their family members, being pampered and loved. Some were alone and they looked more miserable than the others did. One was even tied on his bed. And the stories that your ears pick up are mostly about frailty and death. Unpleasantness….and all of these made me felt helpless and lucky. I had to feel thankful.

I felt content after that, I had to. But still, I knew that the feeling wouldn’t last. It was innate, for someone to forget about things that have passed especially when it was just for a brief period. Ironically the things that one wants to forget about are usually stuck in the head for constantly reminding themselves to forget about it.