.....hope of the fish eyes

the lamp post, the tree in front of my house and the van parked outside stayed still in that lonely long night, as did my solitary figure in that night of perpetual darkness. nothing seemed longer and more faithful to me than that night which has stayed in me till i died, till i suffocated myself in the amnesty of the god and the devil which created the fire of eternal inexistence of a lost and meandering life. but the hope still lived, torturing me, tormenting me yet in some way completing me and giving me a reason to live a life of this inexistence.
the wind had stopped, so had rain and the last vehicle on the street had passed before dawn broke, leaving the fluttering leaves dead still on the road, when i dropped my last drop of tears, when i decided to drop no more, when i was tired of sobbing, when nobody heard me cry out the sorrow of a fool, when the drops of tear dried and left a tar sticking in the bottom of my heart, when i inhaled the longest breath i had ever breathed. probably i was thinking of drowning the parchment of an unheard love in the tears i shed, probably i was thinking of blowing away the torn pieces of the parchment of an unheard love, probably i was thinking of burying the parchment of an unheard love in the secrecy when the last of the vehicles had passed that street. tears stopped and i breathed in till i could take no more air inside, unaware if everything was as i was thinking them probably. i had not the faintest of idea if i was going to sleep a little or wake up and brush my teeth which felt saline by morning. i had not the faintest of idea that i was going to live after that in the fog of that improbability and heedless ceremony of living. every new attemp to shatter things meeting a glimpse of hope, hope of those fish eyes which had trapped me inside the sphere of the sorceress. that hope didnt have the slightest of the novelty to take pity on my aching stomach and my limping brain. and so i trudged on, i trudged on, not knowing that if the hope of the fish eyes will let me drop out of that sorceress sphere and see its beauty for once and admire it, love it, kiss it, hate it, fawn it, hold it, hold it forever so that it could never entrap me in that sphere again