Question of a Life
Mabus slowly gets out of bed, his eyes fixed on the MP3 player on his nightstand, the soft melody of a goodnight lullaby filling the air. He sighs heavily, his breath a testament to the weight of his thoughts. His feet carry him to the toilet, his movements mechanical, as if driven by a force beyond his control.
As he stands before the sink, he pours water over his face, the cool liquid a brief respite from the turmoil that churns within.
He raises his head, his piercing brown eyes meeting his own gaze in the mirror. His raven-black hair appears wet, with water droplets clinging to the strands like diamonds. Yet, despite his handsome features, his face seems dull, devoid of life, a reflection of the emptiness that fills his soul.
With a sense of detachment, he unzips his blue jeans, his movements deliberate, as if performing a task that brings no pleasure. He relieves himself, his thoughts a jumble of nothingness, a void that echoes with the silence of his own mind. When he's done, he zips up, the sound a harsh reminder of the finality of his actions.
As he returns to his bed, his feet feel heavy, as if weighed down by the loneliness that follows him like a shadow. He lies down, his thoughts a jumble of despair, his mind unable to escape the prison of his own solitude. The goodnight lullaby continues to play, a haunting melody that echoes through the chambers of his heart, a reminder of the emptiness that lies within.
The room seems to grow darker, the shadows deepening, as if reflecting the despair that grips his soul. His eyes stare into the void, searching for a glimmer of hope, a light to guide him through the darkness that has consumed him. But there is nothing, only the endless expanse of loneliness, a sea that stretches out before him like an eternal abyss.
In this desolate landscape, Mabus is lost, a traveler without a map, searching for a way out of the prison that holds him captive. His thoughts are a jumble of pain and sorrow, his mind a battleground where the armies of despair and hopelessness clash in a war that seems without end.
And yet, even in the depths of his despair, there is a glimmer of hope, a spark that refuses to be extinguished. It is the hope that one day, he will find a way to escape the loneliness that haunts him, to find a love that will fill the void that lies within. Until then, he lies in his bed, his eyes fixed on the darkness, his heart a heavy burden that he carries with each passing day.
"Devoum", his voice whispers as if in sorrows."where are you."
no answers came to him,nobody to answer him,
he wonders everyone has a normal peaceful liy,why most his be full of complications?
how many sins did he commit in his last life to get him to this life living in misfortune?
can he just have a day to smile and be really happy....can all the jinx all just go away?
he wanted all those wish to come true but no ,it was just his wishful thinking,
he wonders if he should reconsider, obeying the system and getting free one day
as he thought of the system just then it appears.
"yes what you are thinking is right,come
follow me"
"get far away from me jinx system"
just as they say speak of the devil and the devil comes to you. he just dismissed the system out like brizz' he wasn't gonna obey the system even if he wasn't in the right state of emotions. '
Devoum was just. gone like that leaving him,where did devoum go .
Every jinx things that happened to him today just ruined his mood,both in heart and body, literally the body,he was still feeling the most unbearable pain of all,
he looks below himself,he sighs,he hopes it's okay.
the lullaby coming from the MP3 was still singing and he just listened to it ,not wanting to turn it off he sets he blanket and rolls himself in it for a sleep.
the stars twinkles from outside the window,the city light was on giving the place wonders,all breathing beings where asleep,well except for some dogs and streets cats , maybe racoons.
the world was left in serenity with only the moon and stars left awake.