Awake

I walked past the streets. The roads that rolled ahead, I know, couldn't be forgotten not even when drunk, sober, sleepy or at the worst case DEAD! But now, The place seems weird like a lost memory. Shaken and shady. The grey streets lay bare with no life what-so-ever. The people I pass through, placid, with no hint of recognition or emotion. The trees pastel through its roots, stiffened out of age, unmoved for an unusual second, stare at me with scary eyes. With all these happenings around a person, he would naturally feel gloomy, had he, the heart to appreciate them when they were at their pink. Alas, I felt light! Really light "at heart" on the contrary, which I have no clue why.

The alley looks empty with very few populations walking and scavenging for remains. Remains of their memory, that had been just fine a couple of minutes ago. 

How funny is life?! Well, you never know, until it plays a bad joke on you. And now, life played a terrible prank on us, our place, our identity.

I have nothing much to worry about a place that just gave me a roof to stay, the streets to play. Carefree and careless, weaving my web to my wish and will. Had no parents to watch over, just a warm home from this community to sleep at cold nights got me attached to this place after all.

I should have felt at home even after the huge bomb blast. God knows who threw a bomb on this existing heaven. It felt strange.

My heartbeat was calm, peaceful, quiet for a while. Unlike my brain which had been taking long-jumps worth winning an Olympic Gold to process things happening around. Suddenly, it all went blank. Just WHITE. Felt like I've been trapped in a white room which knew no bounds yet subconsciously, I was still walking in my alley.

My heartbeat or the feeling of something drumming in there increased in geometric progression like a delirious hangover.

I felt my feet walking past a street full of dead men and women. Faces pale, blood frozen, dried, raw and features unmoved. Dreadful sight it was. The bright white light fading away, exposing me to this horror which I used to dread imagining. I froze. Something kept telling me .. something like an intuition.. that the worst was yet to be revealed.

I moved slowly past the corpses. I could barely feel my spine. I stumbled on the floor. Fell across a dead body. Eyes wide open, blood dried, oozing from the skull. The world started spinning around me. Every funny thing which felt weird now made sense. Just perfect sense that had been troubling my head lately. The body that lay ahead dead, was far more than familiar. Far more than recognizable. Far more sickening.

It was ME.. my corpse..my organ system! Guess I was meters away from the bomb. My mind and body had been blown away but I had no sign of pain at all. I thought I survived! unfortunately.

If I'm a whatever-I-will-be-called-from-now-on, what about the others? Where are they? Why can't I recognize anyone? Why am I awake?