A hill top.
Walking through woods.
A cup of hot tea.
Sun rays cutting sharply through nimbus of mist, I walked past the narrow roadways leading towards something magnificent and magical.
I stood in front of a divinely humongous mountain, questioned myself if I should go ahead or retreat. But my brain commanded to climb the goddamn mountain and before I could get the answer, I was halfway through the woods.
Taking Idle and void pathways and with a blurry vision, I rolled into a place with no reason to go back or to go ahead. I reached a place where there was nowhere left to go. For the first time, I felt I’ve lived a life full of tiny insignificant things. I demanded magic while I denied it completely. I wanted to run and stop, sob and laugh all at once. I felt every emotion I avoided all those years. The air stretched all the words I buried beneath the layers of agony, smile, grief, anger, love.
I felt insane, sane and wise all at the same time.
They blustered for years that I was crazy.
They were right.