Grief

You are walking towards a ravine and you can see how the misty horizons sculpted an endless cycle of nimbus blob above your head.
The angry winds start to blow from all directions of your life, north, south, east and west of your life!
You suddenly cannot decide which way you want to go for everything before you seem to present the same lot.
The glimmer of hope fails to show itself in the silver linings of the clouds.
The earth forgets to snap out of its winter hibernation and the cradle of your childhood fails to send itself to the summer solstice of your days.
The rain trickles down on you but the prophet of doom sheltered in your head never gets drenched.
The frost sets in as the day ebbs before your eyes.
The gray sky switches off to a sudden pitch black and all you have is the memory of the last sunray in your lids.
The temperature starts to consume you like crocodiles in the murky ponds of the everglades.
Then you feel the coldness pricking the most delicate membrane of your soul
The pain is so excruciating … but none of your sonorous cries bring the exact words to describe the sensation.
Then comes a blue bird…yet it’s so dark you don’t notice it
But you can hear the melody of its wings flapping away the vicious chain of reckless pain in your heart.
The winds turn into a funnel of angry demons slowly disintegrating like dandelions in the air.

Your world is at a halt!
No darkness, nor brightness
No coldness…no numbness!
The goldsmith’s silence engulfs the voices inside your head completely.

You cease to exist … according to your own eyes.

Stillness follows …nothing.