Elias Wants His Round World Back

Nothing bothered him other than collecting information and trying to reorganize it in his own way. It was an attempt to impose his own ideas on others. Elias was always adamant to do this. Elias never talked over anything. He just “talked to” every time. Why was Elias like this? To see himself reflected in the mirror of confidence. Hectic days made him furious but he was sure not to put his fury on others. Though his mind was messed up, he presented himself in a structured array of appeasing words. But he never reached a point where he met his old self. That’s when trance hit everyone as in some kind of sci-fi movie. It’s like everyone was trapped inside time, at someone’s finger-snap. Slowly, Elias moved to the tipping point. To him. the world seemed to be flat. He wants to make his world round again. Doors shut behind. All projects briefcased and pushed under bed. Blinds pulled down. And he opened his old trunk. Stacks of oil paints, sketchbooks, diaries of various colours, bind and spirals and his bloody scarlet ink-pen. His calendar had 40 blank boxes. By then, his clock was dead. Letters and colours splashed through his nerves and creeped up his spine.

She was away for a minute

The only thing she wanted was time.Time to think.Time to relax.Time to take her mind away from the tick-tok sound of clock.Time to make herself timeless.But no.That is going to remain a fearsome desire unfulfilled.She cannot turn away from her time path.All she is left with is some rags.Some rags to sleep on.She needs to get something for her kitten or else she may too embrace demise soon like her loved ones did, a month ago.She turned away for a minute and all she remembers is the blast and everything she had known was wiped away.