A beautiful sky; clear and starry. Trees all around praising the stars as a breeze moves gently through their hands. A man screams at the sky. He wants to silence the stars. They scream in his deaf ears; the only screams he can hear. Leave me alone, he shouts. I need my peace, he says crouching onto the damp grass as tears get lost in his beard. The stars keep shining. The screams all fade as the man shuts his eyes.
There she goes. She’s running along the wrong path. Her mother warned her but she wouldn’t listen. I’m free, I’m free, she would cry. Little did she know that her freedom could only last a short while. A puppet cannot go far without its strings. She did not make it out the door.
He could say that everything is strange. He would be right, but frankly he has already been in this place. Which could only mean that he has been abducted by aliens before. Aliens not so much as outer space creatures but rather people from out there in the world. His personal home was where he always lived.
Go ahead and get yourself out of this one, thought the man laying in the street staring at the starry night. His inebriate vision making the night seem magical, and then the influence begins to fade and reality begins to take its place. Get yourself out of this, it says, your life is almost over if you do not pick yourself up. But there is nothing to live for, I might as well remain here, he thought.
There is a light. It shines in from the window. The curtains drawn, and the sleeping face dreaming. Dreaming as life goes by. He dreams of another; a life that is far more interesting from the one that really exists. He chases monsters, and then they chase him. He meets people and then sleeps with women. It all seems fine until the dreadful noise is heard. Alarming him up and out of bed. There goes life; that terrible thing.
Something is coming out of the darkness. It is there and then it is not. A strange piece of music playing in the background. The sound makes sight glitch for a second, then it is fine. Strange creeping out of the darkness. It is not really there because it is all in her mind. She needs to stop this mad alcohol consumption, that is what her friends keep telling her. Though the words seem to flow much easier in front of her mirror.
Sitting at the edge, feet dangling off the cliff, the man ponders about the birds above and the fish below. A constant dream to fly up high or dive down below. The soiled rocks dry beneath his palm, as his fingers dig into it. The man undresses to the nakedness of his being and dives off the cliff; the only dream possible.