delusion

My dreams of freedom have stayed out of reach, long enough to become a liability. I am looking for signs, signs that would whisper to me what I already know but don't want to believe. I hoped I would not find a trail, but its hard to miss my own footsteps when I look back. The past dark with all the moments scribbled across the fabric of time. My mind had slaved me to see what I wanted, feel what I needed. Now that I stand here at the horizon, it has left me in front of the truth. I saw things which were never real!

21 days later

It was still not clear how Markov had pulled it off. After years of trying his best to keep everyone around him happy he had finally seen it. It all started at the green haired girls'. Markov had a crush on this green haired girl. While offering her to do her daily chores, Markov had first seen the dark little mischievous creature lurking over her head like a halo, firmly clamping her head with its spiked tail and grinning slyly at him. Markov felt like vomiting his bowels out. He picked himself up and started for his small one room rented flat with a list of promised chores from the green-haired girl tucked in his jacket pocket. On his way in, he took out the trash for his septuagenarian land lady who seemed too old to do anything by herself. The dark little creature was there over her head too, frothing at it's mouth like a poisoned rat. He ran upstairs. Naked, in his bathroom mirror, Markov scanned himself from feet upwards. The creature had fallen asleep floating like a storm cloud over his head. A wave of disgust flooded the darkest corners of his body. Markov knew that this creature was the reason why he was a people-pleaser. A surge of hatred overcame him. It was time to make things right and help everyone get rid of that creature. When done with all others, it would be his turn. Markov donned his jumpsuit and picked up his sledge hammer.