Concrete Walls
Laura Labno
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Copyright 2019 by Laura Labno
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Silent,
silent
night. So silent that painful.
It
was that kind of
silence, which makes your ears bleed. I couldn't bear it, so I stood
up
and
quietly left my
room through the window, not even bothering to put my shoes on. The
moon
was full and
red, as it sometimes is. - The big curious eye, perpetually watching
all
the
obscure events
of the night. The events that we, in our lazy, sleepy ignorance chose
not
to see.
There
was an owl
sitting on one of the trees in my garden, smiling at me ironically. -
"Again?
What
would your parents say?"
She
wasn't serious,
she was just teasing me, as always. And there was no point of
considering
this
question anyway. My parents were too much like everybody else to find
out.
They were
sleeping.
But
I wasn't so I
passed through my garden enjoying the soft, humid grass under my
feet. I
jumped
over the
fence and there I was, right at the beginning of one of my favorite
walking
paths.
Surprisingly
it was leading straight into a forest... a forest, that I haven't
spotted
before!
I felt as if
the lovely smell of woods was calling me to enter but I hesitated for
a
while.
Perhaps I
should go back to my room and take a torch ? I was a little worried
however
that if I
did that the forest would be gone till my return. Then I looked at
the sky
and
I saw the moon
moving and putting itself into a position allowing it to lit my path.
So
kind!
I
started my walk
being led by the ruby light of the moon. Soon tiny fireflies joined
me,
humming
a strange
melody. It was a peaceful, warm and windless night. The woods were
awake
and, in fact,
clearly interested in me - their unexpected guest. Thousands of small
and
big eyes were
peering at me, without saying a word. I've also decided to remain
silent.
There
was something
sacral in this moment. I kept walking, fearlessly, breathing in and
out
this
this bizarre
night and listening to the quiet noises coming from the darkness
around
me.
I knew that
thousands of creatures were living there. I don't know how but I knew
that
some
of them were
scared and some a bit suspicious...
But
I didn't carry
with me any saws or axes, fire or traps, nor guns or rubbish. I was
just
walking
and I could
feel that their fear was gradually turning into an interest. They
were as
interested
in me as
I was in them. It was beautiful to imagine that a world like this
could
exist
in everyday
life. And then, as I was thinking about it, I realized that the path
I was
wakling
was coming
to an end and soon I was going to come out of the forest into an open
space.
I heard
people's voices coming from there! There were singing a song filled
with
peace,
and calm
and... sadness of a kind. I didn't even spot the moment when I
entered
the
big field and
started walking among them. There were plenty of people sitting and
standing
next to
hundreds of bizzare tents. I could see everything as the field was
floodlit
with
the light of
millions of fireflies, and thousands of stars shining on the sky, and
the big
bright,
moon –
not red anymore but gold!
Some
people were
smiling at me and some seemed not to notice me at all. Some of them
were
singing, some
were talking or reading books, and some were just looking at the sky
in
a marvellous
wonder. I could see baskets of fruits, vegetables and grains next to
their
tents.
The fruits
smelled so good! It felt as if I've never smelled fruits before,
could fruits
smell
like this?
All
of a sudden
someone pulled my hand and before I realized that I was dancing to a
merry
tune of a
flute, guitars and a drum. I was spining around and the stars, the
woods,
and
the people
around me were spinning too.
Merry,
merry night.
So merry that making your heart rejoice!
But
the dawn must
have come eventually. Even the golden moon could not compete with
the
great emperor of
the day.
And
so the sweet
dream dissolved.
Where
the darkness
held hope the light bought emptiness and silence. The silence was
filled
with light
and voices talking about nothing.
It
was filled with
sadness and powerful
Concrete
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