As I find myself walking these long forgotten halls, my boots crunching fallen leaves that have blown in from the broken windows. I blow out my breath through my nostrils and watch the icy air turn it into a pale mist.
My mind wanders to thoughts of far off places I have never actually been to. These wanderings bother me, these burned images in my head that are not my own! It’s a plague and a fucking curse!
My eyes refocus and I continue my walk, however I stop a short ways up ahead and cross through an doorway which was probably firmly shut at one time long ago but now lays merely dust beneath my feet. All of a sudden a blinding pain erupts from each of my eyes and I see the face of a girl who is laughing…or maybe crying? I can’t tell because my vision is being blured with my own tears.
She is playing in a fountain, men with purple little hats and long black robes walk around her singing a soft melody but my ears cannot make out their words. She is crying! Ha! I knew it…but wait. I do know this one! Oh my God..what the hell..
Then everything goes black. I come back to my own mind and look for a place to sit. That one was different. Much different, I know her..I know I know her yet I have forgotten her name. Perhaps in my ancient age I have forgotten a plethora of things. I can’t shake this feeling though, I gather myself the best I can and stand. I must continue my track, it has to be done today. My final day. I walk through an over grown terrace and into a court yard. My eyes turn misty but perhaps that is just the cold? I walk around for a couple minutes, or maybe it was hours, who knows now. There’s not anyone alive to tell me differently anyway. I grow weary and sit down by an old dried up fountain….
© –P.M 7-19-15