A Night, flamed with fire:
There was nothing in my head related to you, because we never knocked eachother's door reaching out for help when needed. We were merely surviving in one star hotel, where room-service wasn't available. Infact the room wasn't nice either. It was all empty and filled with silence. The sound of my steps were echoing to leave the room but I kept moving more into it. A small window with low transparency, hardly passing any light to fill just a quarter of room and the rest was in darkness.
The walls were painted pink which my eyes barely could stand for long. As the night passed, lying on a bare wooden floor I felt a series of attack over my skin by its unpolished and sharp edges due to which my body couldn't rest properly. Much of that pain was self-chosen. Maybe we weren't comfortable with eachother's roughness so we fought for sometime.
Then the night changed, all odds were in my favour. The force of friction between us was so strong that suddenly, a small spark turned me into ashes. When the fire's flames get close enough, falling to death becomes slightly less terrible than falling from the burning window. It's not desiring the fall, it's terror of the flames. However, the smeared smoke knew where to go. I must admit, that was the best thing I could get in my life. And later that night, I thanked God, for helping me to escape a pool of darkness and light up all corners to see what made them apart. Just before leaving the last few inches of ceiling I made a portrait from my ash. No, it's not mine nor yours or anybody else. It was a neural portrait of the human mind.
The picture was made much bigger on the top wall like an elephant (here representing a human mind) living a hell in a small room. Uncalmed, breaking and smashing things present around him, asking for an immediate help. Portraying him in this state, made my heart numb but I supposed to leave him behind as my final goodbye. My mental state is still at heart. The point here is that an elephant can cause distruction too when it caged for others entertainment. Thus reminding everyone and especially to those who are in continuous search of this kinda room in a wrong place, stop your search for a moment. And look at it how sensitive and caring only if you're ready to accept it with love. Also highly intelligent and self aware of your feelings inside and out. Complex yet simple it is. Signalling you to feel its every part and take care of it coz it's your own. You're born with it and probably die too. Sometimes it act like young and dumb but promise, you'll put up a good fight to save and protect it from external influences. It's an ultimate power to this mankind. Be grateful for this gift.
It can sense the flow of emotions in you and makes you feel like the ocean tide so that even when you fall through, it'll make you rise everytime.
By giving it time to grow and develop, it will show a roadmap to a beautiful room or a place of internal comfort, full of fireflies and all the wonderful things hidden within you and us for centuries.
Go my dear friend, take that route of healing but with love and patience. Whatever they say, hope you find the right place inside you. Put your foot down to the floor and response to it when you start the journey by discovering yourself! ♡♡
P.S. Fiction is an improvement on life.
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