A Nightingale's Dream

The first time I opened my eyes again, I thought the sky was so blue.

I saw the world through a different viewpoint—almost too far-fetched from reality. I have always felt the ground shifting beneath my feet and every step I take was like walking straight unto blackholes. But it was better than having my feet lay suspended in space a few seconds before I come falling deeper and deeper into the unknown. Then there was no light at all; I can't even see my silhouette. It's as if I am a part of the darkness or maybe, I was the night itself. I stood still. Frozen on the spot. Hesitant. What if there was nowhere to go?

"Hello?" I asked the emptiness and the eternity echoed it back.

I started to feel my way through the walls and I know you will not believe me but, there were gentle hands that greeted me. Reaching out. Comforting. Lessening the loneliness as they guide me through. It came faintly at first. But I was sure I can gradually smell the colors, without second thoughts, I sprinted into a run and chased the winds.

The green grass welcomed me, waving itself excitedly in the rhythm of the breeze. I can almost hear them say 'You're home! You're home!' and indeed, I felt that this is where my soul belongs. The rainbows of flowers tickled my nostrils, it was as if they were floating into the air. They sang songs that tell my life like a tale as they pass by until they were nothing but just silent whispers behind me. But their melodies stayed in my heart—some were for triumphs, others for pain, and every note became a part of me. The sunrise looked like an ethereal painting spreading its warmth, calming the storm simmering behind my vision. At last, I have known peace.

It was utterly beautiful my heart ached at the mere thought of leaving it all behind. And so, I stayed there and never came back to the other side.