A message, a presentation of unknown tranquility takes over.
I see a door shinning through a crystal window.
I begin to walk, my heart begins to jumps
"What are you? Why are you calling me?" I ask the presence.
"meinch grul hich thurt" It replied.
The voice that guided me felt so warm and homey.
My eyes began to water up, I didn't understand and yet I knew.
"I'll let go of this rope! for you I'll do anything!" I screamed at the presence.
"Ryut heschen virum"
My heart stopped. I fainted.
"Virum... virum"
I woke up. I was in a world of glass, filled with peace and fright.
"I'm alone... But I'm not... Why do you care about me so much?" I asked.
"Virum lesik lium."
The glass wall I was living in
Was the cage I needed the most, I yearned the incarceration the hardship I never knew.
"Can I build a house here?" I asked the presence 301 days after I arrived into this jail.
The presence moved its head up and down, indicating that it was "alright" to do what I desired.
I smiled and began.
I found blocks and strange elements that -with a temperature of 700 degrees- would transform into unbelievable forms.
A day in mid-summer, the sun was bright, bright enough to illuminate the city I had built.
There were roads, giant buildings filled with nothing but space, there was fake black colored grass, and fake red colored trees. There were fake people puppets, and fake animals that overlooked the streets of my town.
My home, was made out of steel and rocks that penetrated the roads of the main street.
Inside my house there were pans and cups, corn and water, fake tv with steel people that represented "tv news".
My room had a tree made out of dirt, my bed was black like coffee and smelled rotten like eggs.
For the first time I knew what dedication and incarceration meant.
I knew that the past was a distant memory, and today is a book undone.
"Riuch hum dask letviurn igar." Said the creature coming into my kitchen.
"Lesh tangin ar?(Want to talk?)" I asked the creature. grabbing a chair and sitting next to it.
"Mellech uchnig fertacsh ahirium lir. lesh tangin igur relam." The creature replied with worrisome eyes.
He wanted to tell me that today, December 27, was my birthday; and as a birthday gift I had to choose between going back to planet earth or death.
I took my plate and threw it at the creature. I was crying.
Feeling pain.
Hatred.
Courage.
I began to break everything apart, everything i had constructed. Creatures began to run in, and with a clap i saw my body tremble and falling onto the floor.
"Lech riuch lir. lirium lir."
It was time for the to close my eyes because i chose death, over the world i once knew.
I betrayed my planet, for a planet unknown.
For a different feeling, that i never, not even once, knew...
My home, was made out of steel and rocks that penetrated the roads of the main street.
Inside my house there were pans and cups, corn and water, fake tv with steel people that represented "tv news".
My room had a tree made out of dirt, my bed was black like coffee and smelled rotten like eggs.
For the first time I knew what dedication and incarceration meant.
I knew that the past was a distant memory, and today is a book undone.
"Riuch hum dask letviurn igar." Said the creature coming into my kitchen.
"Lesh tangin ar?(Want to talk?)" I asked the creature. grabbing a chair and sitting next to it.
"Mellech uchnig fertacsh ahirium lir. lesh tangin igur relam." The creature replied with worrisome eyes.
He wanted to tell me that today, December 27, was my birthday; and as a birthday gift I had to choose between going back to planet earth or death.
I took my plate and threw it at the creature. I was crying.
Feeling pain.
Hatred.
Courage.
I began to break everything apart, everything i had constructed. Creatures began to run in, and with a clap i saw my body tremble and falling onto the floor.
"Lech riuch lir. lirium lir."
It was time for the to close my eyes because i chose death, over the world i once knew.
I betrayed my planet, for a planet unknown.
For a different feeling, that i never, not even once, knew...
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