A Birth Into The End (Where The Colors Dwell - 3)

The world, as I know it, is coming to an end. Everything within me is in a state of panic, and I am the first-hand witness to the chaos born out of it. There is no agent that has not been mobilized, and no resource that is not being put to use; Sent to the fire with a small bucket of water, in this desperate frenzy triggered by fear, or as the clergymen might argue, by free will. I lay there flat. Flat as the sky. There is no cloud in sight. Not a single one; So as to render the advent of sudden rain an utmost epic turn of events. But the world, as I know it, needs no rain.

Prior to the rise of King Cortisol, when that world had not yet known the pains and sorrows of maturity, and when the hands that tied my laces were not mine, I used to think that the rain was blue; Since water comes from the sky, and the sky is blue. Each drop would lose its color as part of the journey from heaven to earth, where the ineluctable fate that awaits them is to smash onto the world, as they know it, at tremendous speeds.

How carefree was I back then, often laying in the meadows for whole afternoons, gazing at the sky as I am doing this very instant. Nothing ever came close to peace, in the world as I know it, if not for the green herbs fluttering by my skin after a sudden rain. The sky had just given its bluest hues to the water droplets, which, tired from their voyage, softly rested on the bend of the plants. The placid winds carried light in and through the waters, spreading over the horizon a turquoise veil born from the fusion of colors from heaven and earth. This is nothing I could see, but everything I could feel, as if the divine scenery was penetrating through the world itself, as I know it.

As I spent my last moments in the world, as they know it, I realized that it was far more distant than I thought. The hands that tied my laces back then would tell me “Peace comes from within”; And I had lived by that my whole life. Even now. Nevertheless, I couldn’t help but notice a sharp feeling of regret in my heart. Tears would not come out of my dry eyes anymore. The fire had gained ground faster than I could have predicted. In an utmost epic turn of events, the early scouts of sudden rain landed on my right eye, before rolling down my cheek. Right then, I cried for the first time; But it was too late. My divine fantasy had dissipated, and the worlds, as we know them, had already come to an end.