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{ Deflated Realm }
to deflate or not to deflate?
He opened his eyes and stared in the darkness. It was here again… here to take
his soul far in the outer world. He distinctly remembered the words It whispered
in his ear every time It turned up. But why did he never see It, only a dazzling
spot in the dark room. His room…what was his room like? He never knew that,
all that he knew were its words. He also knew that this world was a lie, his
room was a lie, what could be truth then? Maybe the dark room with the dazzling
spot?! Every time when the sun rose everything changed, even the room. There
were no sings of the night and it wasn't there.
He started the usual boring created day and he knew that all was a play, he
was just a puppet and It was the ruler of that puppet.
He never had any friends because he was so different from the others. They didn't
accept his perceptions and he didn't want them to do that.
He was a messenger in this world and his message was the music. He knew that
It gave him strength to make music and people liked it. It was not terrestrial
music, it was something different which was unknown to the human beings but
it appealed to them for it got into touch with their souls and consciousness.
Darkness again…He was out, and It turned up again. It never appeared when he
wasn't at home. It infused in his brain…"We are deflated. Lost…"
He squeezed his head and felt he was deflating, his soul got out of his body
and he was released…"Insanity. Madness. We are broken"…He was flying
far above the clouds and he knew that the time had come. It was taking him to
the outer world. His mission on Earth was completed. He gave the men what they
wanted-freedom!…"We are dead. Deflate in me. We have failed"…He stopped
and looked at the dazzling spot. Had he really failed? No it was the voice of
death. It was trying to cheat him but he followed the spot and escaped…."We
live in the outer world. Some of us did survive. Some did not"…Why? He
knew the answer. Those who couldn't get the message of the music had lost their
souls and had drowned in the material….
"But all are broken. We won't have our peace. We won't live our dreams"…It
was lying. Right at this moment he was living his biggest dream-to fly… "We
escape in muzix. We dream in muzix. Demoliton. Violation"… He looked down-the
world was destroying, some people had broken the rules…."Forgotten realm.
We like our style. We are proud with it…We suffer".
He opened his eyes and touched the light. He believed it, he was really touching
the light. He turned upside down and saw It. It was the sound… Then he resurrected.
by Freaky | email
2000-15-12