I carelessly entered in the pantry of mind and I knocked down a jar of forbidden thoughts. It hit the floor and shattered. I think it was Tuesday when it happened and it was cold, very cold. I wore a pair of heavy boots, that instead of laces were tethered up with dreams. I still have them somewhere.

It was snowing passionately so I had to walk carefully, I think that’s how he managed to catch up, he was running unconcerned. The streets were deserted of shapes and sounds, just his footsteps wildly resounded in the abyss of the urban streets. Shriveled bent buildings, slowly leaned towards me, whispering – “Run, run faster, he will catch you.” I stopped in the middle of the road and watched the sky for a few moments. Arrogant clouds pour their shadows over us and watch as they bring darkness. How could anyone wish to be immortal in a world so small and baneful? A strong hit in the back puts me down to the ground. I feel how snow freezes my senses.

Echoes of heels striking the floor resound throughout the room, I try to look around. I’m crashed on the edge of a sofa, it’s pink and the material is torn in places. I straighten my body in a more vertical manner while wiping my eyes with the sleeve of the jacket. Gentlemen who more or less were well dressed and groomed walk in all directions, entering and leaving. Looks like a reception hall for a masquerade, organized by and for the top congressman. Ladies of all colours and sizes show, apparently unhindered, their shapes as if in a fashion show for lingerie, where the dais is spread among the tables and chairs. All of this in a colossal contrast with the rest of the accessories and the building’s degradable status. Blood red wallpaper is detached from place to place, leaving to see a long history of colours and textures of different periods of the premises. Tables and chairs scattered without any symmetrical rule or good taste are eaten by termites and crowded of nails. The wooden floor is swollen and patched with pieces of teased carpet, floor lamps are propped against the wall, spreading light of a faded purple or a stained blue. While I rummaged hazy the chamber details with my eyes, behind what seemed to be a sort of reception desk, a lady with a soviet look fathoms my every move. An impulsive smile caught in a pair of well shaped lips and the scintillating green of her eyes, caused me an intriguing restlessness.

To be continued…