When my Memories Came Back...

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
Loving wasn't enough for It, so It went out of his home, running from It's own creation, to find more life. This not the story of It, but It's creation It left behind.


Please read 'It's as He or She.

Submitted: July 21, 2008

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It always carries a smile in its face. It always shows kindness to every being. It's the moonlight in the midnight. It's the avatar of my creator.

It's not my God, but its someone I call Mother. It didn't gave me birth, but It gave me life. Its not the one who taught me everything, but It's someone that gave me hope.

But, one day I saw It leaving the house; the place where we call memory. I saw It going faster and faster, as if It was afraid of something. I walked to It and asked what was the problem. It didn't answer me, but I could only tell something from It's face. It was escaping.

I didn't let It go out. It wasn't my right, but I was scared losing It. It didn't stop struggling. Why would It spoil what was perfect? It was perfect. It got everything with me. It would lose everything if It goes from here...

I gave up. For that moment I thought that I had to let It go just this once. I loosen my wrap, It go out, but before It left the door, It said sorry to me... Why? I was afraid to begin my life back. Then, It left, and so everything between me and It... Vanished for life.

Its scripts and novels, facts and fiction, were left behind. The sculptures we made together and every single thing he made describing about Truth and physical life. I thought it was rubbish; thence I threw it all to the Physical world, in a form of memories.

Since then, people called It - my very one loved creator, which I envied the most - God.



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