FORSAKEN
In the midst of the
voyage across the constantly inexplicable sea, a man in his prime is praying desperately...
“Let the vessel I`m aboard right now
sink until it is awfully crumbled—and let such coincidence materialize to be a
devastation that will cause no sorrow to anyone. Then a tragedy to emerge that
will carve to no ones memory—to where all the lost and all the remnants, if
there will be any, shall become unknown and unheard—and or both must forever
rest undiscovered. ”
Stunned by the softly
whispered plea from the man who acts mercurial because of all his
capriciousness and whimsicality—the thirty million gleaming stars within the
tight cuddles of the indistinct misty breeze coming from the serene sea had
been summoned hastily by the deafening silence under the obscure and vague
clasps from the freezing zephyr of the summer night sky—and all that
illuminates around was devoured by the total darkness.
Surprisingly, the man
still appears to be wearing his sweetest smile ever. With a grin on the face
showing no traces of fear, or blemishes of pain. So even with the unfathomable
gloomy night sky in his embrace, the low-spirited man prays with conviction…
“Shall my body be like tender meat, so to serve as the sumptuous dish for the
shark to ravish as I submerge.”
With all-out persuasion,
he continues to pray not to live another day. “And perhaps like a carnal feast
must their killing turns out… that with every mouthful succulent chunks
scrapped out in what remains in me to be chewed; then let all the broken
blisses ever since the first lunar eclipse glimpsed on the faces disappear
along with their every swallow.”
Dreadfully begging that
his appeal be heard.
“Until the pain in me
diminish; or until all my wishes vanish—shall there be no more itches to be
scratched as the fetish; and shall there be no more starch to be stitched in
every touches. Thus, only mawkish speech ditched off its final hitch in love
must be left to replenish.”
Believing that he always
has the best solution at any problem more than anyone; and can endure the most
exhilarating pain. “In vain I will cry not again—even if it would drain the
pain in my brain; and even if none shall strain the heavy rain falling on me.
Yet when the pain would be like stain; then the worst feeling must not reign.
Even if none must dare pour some tears so that a drowned soul may regain
comfort above grimacing pain once more.”
He really believes that
if all his suffering aren`t going to end as the night fleets… then his life
must. “What is truly more soothing more than my sincere and pure declaration of
affection and adoration, is not my occasional pronouncement of risk-free and
undamaging soft lies, but my rendered affirmation of loyalty and faithfulness.
So this alone what must wave straight into the ears that only belongs to my
most cherished one that she is… or that she was… that she will always be. Yet even…
I would still bark audible not… Amen.”
With his eyes already
soaked in salt water, it looks like the tears, of the very last, were never
given the chance to drip empathy. And after getting himself drowned, the man
disappeared even before the dawn break the darkness.
His mind and body
vanished completely…
Gone along with his
low-spirited soul.
