Blue Sky

You take a nap, and wake up in an unknown world.

The afternoon sun warms your body.
The azure sky paints the background.
The fresh scent of serenity fills your nose.
The infinite lines of the ocean border the
endless horizon.
And all you can hear is the rustle of the palm trees
and the soft hush of the waves.
"...hmmm...Paradise on Earth"
You stand up and feel the warm granules of the
sand going through your toes.
Then the 'wush' of albatross' wings' also catch your
ear. You start walking on the seashore. "Ahhh..."
All the worries are far behind you.
You don't care where your feet would take you,
because this cloud nine is as vast as any ocean.

"If only oceans are boundless..."

You look back at your footsteps, but they're no longer
there. Nothing is there. It is no paradise.

The realities of the harsh world stare at you straight in
your face.

The bright rays of the sun, is no longer seen. It is only
vague lines that is visible out of the heavily roofed
ambiance that is the dark sky. And the deadly,
pungeant odor of smog and decay pinches your nose.
There is no horizon here, it is just endless dark thunder
clouds. The sound of heavy machinery,
consistent grumbles of the industrial workshops,
and the stagnant hum emmited by the generators
are the only reverberations. You fully turn your body
towards this new setting. Taking a step, you find it
hard and painful to move. You look down, and
see that your bare foot is leaning on a dark black
liquid. It is painful to walk, but you are determined
to find a way out. You see mountains...
then you realize, they are not.
Those are shameless hills of
wastes and discarded remains!
Rain starts falling, and you don't
mind, until you feel pangs of pain on your skin. The
left overs of the buildings start to melt. You run
to find a shelter, and tears drift down your cheeks.
You spot an old, destroyed structure that still
has a roof; so you stay there.

"Who has done so much menace to this serene world?"
You complain.
"There is no more 'brighter tomorrow'. There is no
more blue skies, no more vivid rays of the sun, no more
endless horizons, no more mountains. No more life ."

The rain stops and you decide to look around.
You pick at the remains, and find out they're familiar.
Recognition dawns on your mind.
"That is the piece of paper i had not bothered
to pick up."
"That is the leaking faucet that I had not bother to
repair."
"That is the small tree I had not bothered to look after
since it was planted."
"Those are the empty bottles of water that I had stacked."
"Those are the broken glasses i had not bothered to
set aside."
"Those are the unused stocks of clothings that
I had not bothered to give away."
"Those are..."
"That is..."

You point at these things, and realize...everything was yours.
Everything had a connection with you. Everything
was bound to you. Everything was wasted by you.
Everything was your fault.

You shed tears...but it is for nothing. It is worth nothing,
but lamentation. Because you know...everything
is no more, and everything has passed. And everything,
is something you can no longer fix.

"Please God, please everyone. Please. Please. If only
everything would be taken back. If only I could start again.
Please give me a chance. Please give me another chance.
Please. Please. Please." You try to bang your head.
But you cover your eyes instead."Please. Please." you still murmur.

You open your eyes, then. And you're back at your
couch. You look around. The piece of paper
is still sitting there. The soft clunks of the water droplets
from the leaking faucet is still heard. The growing branch
of the malnourished tree outside your window is still there.
The tower of empty bottles is still standing there, about to fall.
The shattered glasses from all sorts of objects is also still
present. The overflowing bag where all the unused
clothes are is still there. And everything, and all things,
were still there. Everything is.

You whimper and shout for joy, because you knew,
you were given your second chance.