Once upon a time
yes, it starts like this
time was a defining moment
a second of realization
that was stamped in
4 simple words
“Once upon a time”
there came an event
that changed the path one simple person
blinded by the routine that has been injected
in his blue veins
He was addicted to it without knowing
a junkie of life, slowly smoking its daily alarms
tapping the ticking needle,
that merciless needle of time
that stops for nothing and no one
falling in the deep illusions of its mushrooms
embodied in cup after cup of caffeine beans
then suddenly crashing in his bed
with a body full of alcohol
the perfect ending for any life junkie
who has succumb to the seducing moments
of a daily routine
Once upon a time
he woke up in his 4 walled bedroom
where pink floyd greeted him with his colored poster
and a psychedelic vortex poster on the next
welcomed his vision
the heat from the summer sun
melted him, sweat droplets
covered his face,
he ached for the morning breath
but it had failed to satisfy his lungs
the summer sun
was careless
he has never experienced such heat
he sat on the edge of his bed
looking through his book of survival
a book an ex of his gave him
for some reason that has slipped his mind
“she probably knew about this” he pondered
“How to survive the end of the world heat?
A step by step survival strategy”
NOTHING
The heat increased forcing his posters to melt
the colors trailed down the walls like colored
tears on the cheek of white porcelain doll
“Did she know?” the question seems to stick to his thoughts
He rushed to the window at the end of his curved room opened the shutters
“FUCK, the world is melting”
He noticed his neighbors carrying buckets and buckets of melted colors
and throwing them from the balcony
creating waterfalls of rainbows, yet conveying
the agony and suffering of the heat
His body was in a state of wetness
the room is falling apart
in the midst of all this, the thought of her
still lingers, eating up his brain
“Who would ever buy such a book?”
when he felt the floor’s texture morphing to liquid form
he knew that this was not a joke
He rushed across the wobbly stairs
their tiles were melting together
forming a river of white with polka dots
His legs were shaking with fear
“i need to make it outside, before the melting
heat eats up my skin”
His body was slippery with sweat
he could see the door
the view was mirage like
the heat made the vision wavey
you see the heat embodied in the air
As he ran across the falling colors from the balcony
all he could think of was that girl and her book
why was she part of his life? why that book?
He ran down the streets
of melting sidewalks
and red bricks
across the screams that horrified him
across the glass that was overcoming the ground
with its translucent colors
all the melting hues seemed to gather
at the end of the street, in a puddle
his body was slowly taking part of the paint concoction
the screams melted away, the sun was hotter than ever
he felt his last breath leaving his body
he took one last look at the sun, it was as yellow
as an innocent child’s drawing of it
while he was being swept away
he saw a paint brush, a huge one
tearing the sky apart and reaching
for his blue eyes that were on the verge of melting
it touched him, that giant brush was dipping its
smooth end in the red of the melting bricks, the grey of the sidewalks
and and the blue of his eyes
he screamed as his eyes melted away
joining the molten magma of the city
once the brush exited the skies
it made its way on a canvas
his soul was alive, he felt the brush
move his blue eyes across the tabula rasa
he heard a giggle
a familiar one
a feminine soft one
that would always compliment any joke he made
It was her!
the woman behind the brush!
She was painting a new world
Pollocking a new city
with the sun by her side
and the city of screams
and colors
melted
in her hand
Through it all
she melted once before
but has allied with the sun
to create a new
world
for
her
by
her
indiedoodles 