It was like the deadly season of autumn when trees decimate,air becomes dry and veins frail due to the numbness in air hoovering the sighs inside and chasing out all the memories that were safe inside in the cache of yore.
An arcane silence creeped into my nerves making them rigid and drab without any sensation of thoughts, magical spells of whispers and words and symphony of enumerous events going on all arround me.I seemed dispirited and dilapidated curling all my limbes inside the curve of my belly and stretch them out in a desire to squirt the blood out of my body but they remained inside.I couldn't shout and scream and invited comfort to rest in my secluded world where I appeared invisible to the outer world like a scent that disseminates but after some time vanishes leaving behind a faint impression of a something that was just smelled appeasing the nostrils.
Whatever I feel and contain inside may be increasing the weight of my chest which can never be bogged down,as I felt at one point of time when I started growing and keeping things to me.I remember I talked a lot long back like in one of the eons,may be when I was enjoying the lures of childhood:where life was full of beginnings and no ends,where everything we saw was for real and forever ,where all the sights and scenes were full of secrets and source of desire and anxiety,where we had our self created cornucopia of wisdom which we shared with the peer and appended a lot in it,where big people seemed a bit strange and pretentious,where crying was so easy and laughing like a routine.I am big now.I am no more a child.I am changing,turning into a dweep who is scared of people staring at my transformation with a weird remark everytime.I want more darkness to not have sight of even my own body.I do not want to talk,I want a retreat looking at everyone looking at me,listening to everyone trying to listen to me and swirling my instinct to pull out any thought remaining.
