The Awakening

The chime. The wind moves and this little chime lets lose a short burst of orchestra. Again. And again. They all sound the same, so they all bring me back to the same memory. That of the days when problems were smaller, but seemed like everything I could ever not bear. That spot where I'd always go to seek temporary escape from the confinements of social conformity. I'd smoke, I'd smoke up. Nobody knows, nobody sees, nobody hears. Nobody but the select few of us.

I hear sound of crashing waves. I see the sun through palms desperately trying to block it's rays from me. Their shadows dancing on white sand. Nobody as far the eye can see. A bowstave, white, silent save the crashing waves. A hammock is a beautiful companion, a book beams you to an alternate reality. A gust of wind would ruffle the leaves above. Sometimes I think it was the rain, but it was just the wind ruffling leaves above me.  

Rain is beautiful. It cleanses, it washes away the dirt. Grey clouds reflect the world's true state of mind. Tick and tock they tap on the tin roof. Tick and tock they tap on gravel. The way it is accompanied by an angry mob of storm winds, swaying trees and raging rivers. Then it would end in a calm and still lake, a mirror reflecting the sky. It smells pure, it smells like acid being removed from the world. It smells like the cleansing of evil. 

Smells warm. Smells calm. Smells like the past, the times when everything you ever cared about is what to do tomorrow. Smells like a snooker center, the One Dollar coins cascading into horse machines, the crackling of clove cigarettes, of pool balls crashing onto each other. That distant buzz of a defected fluorescent lamp. Smells like that cheap whiskey you just puked out by the road side. Smells like mint and pepper in that rolled up joint. Smells like a stagnant room of old and stale cigarette smoke in the air. Smells like the soggy carpet below, never been washed. 

Close your eyes. It will make you see. It will show you the true world. On the fourth floor of that car park, with a six-pack. Rewind. Turn that dial back and feel it click and click and click. As it goes, feel it tighten. When it cannot be turned any further, release that dial and see everything come to life. A complete rerun of your life, what happened and who you met. How you managed to survive every single hardship thrown at you and how you always managed to stay on course. You see with your eyes, but they are not your guide. They betray you. 

Cry. Laugh. Scream. Love. Hate. Embrace existence. Embrace consciousness. Feel while you can, enjoy the good enjoy the bad. It will end soon, for all of us. This is one thing we all have that we cannot change. It doesn't matter if you're the most influential person in the world, the richest one ever lived. Touch that oil painting, look into your dog's eyes, listen to every instrument made in the history of man. See people. See yourself. See yourself in the eyes of people around you. See yourself in the eyes of your dog. Scream. Laugh. Love. Hate. Feel. Smell. Hear. See.