The Rope of Nothing
Your guise of confinement and freedom
You walk with your “Nothing Rope” on the edge of Hope into the mist of Oblivion.
You cannot decide to keep walking into the mist and being trapped or just falling off the edge and losing your rope and being free.
Your Rope whirls in the colours of the wind, in the rain of your pain, in which it gets painted with different shades of your emotions, whilst you dance on the edge of life with the shadow of the dark and all you hear is the melody of death of your sacrifice and you lost your spark.
In a blink moment whilst you are a dancing silhouette in the shadow of the raindrops you catch someone in the apple of your eye, wearing that same rope but with different colours and you stop and look at this unknown figure and admire its features through the mirror of the raindrops falling down your face, running down your neck making your rope all wet and all you can see is the moist skin stuck to the colourful rope and you cannot cope seeing someone like you in the shadow of light staring at you.
You go to your shadow friend, only to get lost in each other’s eyes and bit by bit the colours of the rope fall off and the rope of nothing becomes invisible.
The passion of affection and the sensation of touch of two shadows surrounded by the mist of the dark are dancing on the edge of hope. One can let go, one can’t, yet both ropes turn invisible for a moment of ageing time behind the facade of lost Reflection in a miror of a single raintrop.
They running through changes, yet they are on the same pages and it might just take them ages to fill that void, yet the truth they need to find is how to turn a life of illusion into a life of reality and one day they can follow their stories of their own they have written down in the Melody of words.
Story to be continued.
