The Story entwined in the puzzle, Bittersweet

Jul 7, 2017
2 min read

StartFragmentGenesis swept to my feet by the hypnotic waters. Chapter One to my ears whispering, “To appreciate light, You ought to have tasted the wrath of darkness.” That for them to hate the undaunted darkness, They should have fallen in love with the beams of rays.

…all this after a mind bending, elated bliss on shore.

Wait, two steps back there is a dream.

In this twisted fantasy I see a hopscotch with two boxes only. Do I leap? Do I throw? I do not know. I am handed a half deck of playing cards, A couple of Aces and Hearts. Do I play? I don’t know. Time keeps collapsing am I supposed to understand something?

…well there is only one way to find out.

Moments keep imploding until I opened the curtain to see all is bittersweet.

So… Is it to every illumination there is a shadow?

Truly for anything to be tall, there must be something short. For I to be Black, someone should be White. It is big because something is small. Marked “narrow” because already something is wide. Here pure, there filthy. There heavy, here light.

Then Newton proposed, “To every action, There is an equal and opposite reaction.” Every negative cries for its own positive. To every life, there is a death. Isn’t it? Any bird has gravity preying on it. To love everything, you should hate nothing. For there to be nothing, there shouldn’t be everything.