Blackness

-The story of the darkside -

The darkside… a place where you go with or without your will... where darkness is constantly present... a place where you seem to be stuck and you can't get out... or maybe you just won't wish to run from.... A place where u are all alone and that is the only good thing about that miserable environment.. Have you been there?


I have !


I'm guessing my last sentence will make you want to review the first few lines... no need to do so... Have you ever felt darkness all around?.. drifting further everyday with no actual purpose? Would you go there by your own will?

You enter the zone.. you get hit by the blackness you're in.. surrounded by a cold mist that cuts the power circuit in your knees... you can see the powerful wind almost wanting to pound you to the ash looking dirt but you can't feel it.. a place where, if rain falls, the drops of water turn into small stones and get blended into the ground dust but somehow you are being avoided by each and every falling stone... a place where you can't see much and if somebody would come towards you, running into your direction, you would only see it when he is right in your face.. the creepy sight manages to both calm you down and make you frightened at the same time… after nature’s behavior you are positive that you can’t be hurt but still the fear conquers you and makes you vigilant and tells you to run, to get out… and you don’t..

You wait for the night to go way and it won't... you look for the moon and the stars and you can’t see them … almost as if all communication with the outside world is shut down by a magical terrible invisible force.. you are alone in the dark… you can move around, touch things, enjoy every black dusty thing and you wait for that dark silent killer to find you… but he doesn’t…

There is no sound… no cars, no animals, no nothing… you can only hear the rain and the wind… the air is impossible to breath.. you seem to be inhaling smoke but you are still alive… your lungs feel the brutal impact… they seem heavy, almost like having someone pulling them down… you are not thirsty but you need to drink from the water in the pond you just came across… you can feel the liquid piercing through your whole body, marking the place it reaches with a short pin that you feel in your brain…

Your body cannot function this way.. but it does… you have chest pains, your heart is a big hard rock.. it balances with your lungs and gives you stability… but you are still alright .. you are not cold but your skin is not colored anymore.. you see no civilization and still that doesn’t make you be uncivilized …

The outdoors are changed but your roots are the same, your thoughts, your emotions, your joys, your disappointments… however you don’t wish for anything anymore… and how could you? In that place what can you wish for? There is nothing that brings you the slightest desire there… No likeable things whatsoever… But why won’t you try to find a way out?

Suddenly some stranger comes by and hands you a key… he says “I know why you are here… go north, this key will open any door you want but you can only open one!”… You try to answer but he can’t hear you… so you go north as he told you to… as the steps get harder and harder through the rocky dust you came across a castle.. the signs are all over, calling you to step inside.. and you do…

You find so many locked rooms there… each with it’s one color, posted description stamped on each one… it’s like someone offered you the way to escape, the door to do so and everything you need is in there, opened by that one key…

A burst of wind blasted into you… you felt this one… you could smell this one… it was a good sensation , perhaps the only one in this dark place… it makes you curious and you start looking at the descriptions on the door… each one is more tempted and comes with scenarios of happiness and of happy endings…

You read and you read… the letters are shining and they are lighted… some even blink… pushing you to pick one… and you read some more… the key is getting hot as you go from door to door… even the key is pushing you into picking a door… and you read more and more…

As the years pass you don’t even see that the doors are not ending… some descriptions you can’t even remember… somehow nothing impresses you… and you’re in a neutral place where there’s nothing for you there… Reading more and more , you can’t even see that your body is changing, wrinkles appear all over… you are not even sleeping… you can’t seem to see that you are old now… and the doors never end…

The key almost burned through your chest… it doesn’t even hurt… rain keeps falling, winds strikes you and you don’t feel a thing… you are focused on the doors that you read from… you don’t even have the desire or the strength to enter the room anymore… you just want to find out what is it that you were searching for all this time and in that dark lonely place…

While you were crawling on the ground, trying to read one more door… you realize that your end is close… your age won’t allow you to search anymore… the darkside owns you now.. by your own will you entered the black zone… and you didn’t find anything… you realize that what you lived outside the darkside was what you actually wanted… and still… you don’t regret… you were forsaken by every wish you ever had and your life passed… and you will become black ash drowned in that mist covered dust… but it was worth it…

- The End-


I am reading the doors now… where are you?