As the mercury rose on the hot summer noon, an ill feeling of lethargy gripped my physical senses. A dull ache capsized my bodily responses, strangling my sinews. Mixed together with uncontrollable sweating and raging anguish, I lay lifelessly on a hammock. Thoughts flocked in and out of my empty mind after echoing in every corner of my heart. Their sterile flight occasionally projected an uncoordinated dreamscape on my eyes: haphazard visions of nostalgia. I couldn’t tell if I was dreaming or alive. The blaze of the sun cast bright shadow on the lids of my eyes. I could make out the forms, silhouettes, characters, places, the time, I remembered some scenes. Some of these situations were known, familiar, some were mixed in delusion. I felt narcotized, if I was sleeping already, this must be a dream.
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