The rain was shrieking loudly, sweat was trickling down my entire body, and I was walking down the lane where I came across the graveyards of dead poets.
Walking barefoot in between graveyards, I witnessed stories that a poet can't recite. The wind was too strong, carrying the essence of heartbreaks, and my breath caught in my throat as I saw flowers blooming with lovers' tears.
As a gust of fear metaphors blew by me, I heard the terrifying sound of the syllables. I was astonished to notice that the phrases were sprouting on each bone of the cranium.
I stood there and looked at the broken grave where I noticed a cloth on the chest that concealed screaming stanzas of a dead soul.
I noticed " The senses were cold, and the eyes were closed, The beating was stopped, The body, which had been wrapped in white, had become dusty,
But the soul sobbing in grief making haunting noises by turning the pages of a heartbreak book, was alive !"
I awoke terrified, rubbed my eyes, and walked over to the window to turn on the lights realizing it was a "Nightmare".
I know it's some time around 2070.. I don't know if they have invented the time machine by then. I hope they do. But as a backup plan I'm writing this down so that twenty-five year old me can talk to seventy-five year old you. Now.....Let me clear this out. This is not a 'remember when you were young and you wanted to fly' kind of entry. This one's my attempt to let you know the life on other side of the century...
First of all, kudos for just trying out life! Here are a few questions for you...
*Have you seen the world or did they just remained empty, hopeless dreams?
*Have you found someone yet or are you still alone and found yourself more?
*Did you really help someone in need or has life knocked you over and over again that you could barely save yourself?
*Are you still that friends-with-everyone person or have you turned a tad bitter?
*Did the life get better with time or was it as confusing and unfair as it was before?
*Did the challanges help you grow or were they just futile troubles?
*Are you still afraid of death? Or have you come in terms with it?
(((And finally, is the online diary still available? Because then I'll be damned! )))
Now, I know that ageing weakens memories. So here is a quick update on my life right now...
I'm lost In thoughts Of a world I dream to live in Unaware of Whether it is Close to my reality Or have I gone A little too far Whatever be it All I want For me is to Stay strong For myself And hope And know And believe That this is not A constant state Of being.... That good things are yet to come.
P.S. I really hope you don't get caught up with life so much so that you forget about me or this diary...