Asylum of stories

(Excerpts from the asylum of stories)

i) And at times we submerge into the tidal waves of stories, the stories which nobody will ever recite to us in the way most mythologies have been recited and chanted over and over centuries.

(ii) We fall into the forever deepening pit of stories that people lived through, we dive into the endless ocean, not to reach the shore but to keep ourselves afloat while trying not to sink in our own reality.

(iii) We walk barefoot on the trails where the traces of people's past lay smashed like an abandoned bouquet of flowers, however we forget to take care of our own feet while approaching the destination of those stories. We bleed deliberately by walking on the thorns which accompany those flowers.

(iv) We enter into the wild asylums built by people inside their own minds, we visit every corner of every room. Each ceiling of each room encompasses stories of several thousand gazes and when we have scrutinised the entire asylum, we get trapped in that asylum forever.

(v) No, we can't just escape this asylum now, nobody trapped us, it was us who chose to pay a visit at our own and for everyone's information, nobody has the keys to unlock the lock that's binding us in this asylum coz there is no door. We are trapped in between the endless pages of infinite stories and highlighted lines of every misery.

(vi) These are the stories which we can't ever recite to anyone as we know that our voice will not reach anybody's ears coz of the vacuum that surrounds this asylum.

This air of vacuum stands as an invisible rift between us and others, keeping the stories from asylum intact in the asylum of our minds for eternity.