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The Cliffhanger

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"I dreamed I was a butterfly and did not know whether I was dreaming I was a
butterfly or a butterfly dreaming it was me."
Book of Chang-Tzu




There once was a Cliffhanger who was hanging for such a long time that he forgot time itself. He lost count of days, months, years, everything. He had no idea how long he had been like that. He would just hang there. No one knew exactly what happened that caused him to be in that situation, no one knew anything. They just knew that he was simply hanging and nothing more. He was hanging for so long that he became delusional and had many dreams. He had dreams where he was with his loved ones, the ones who really mattered to him the most. He had dreams where he was left angry and restless. He had dreams where was all by himself, alone somewhere. He had dreams where he was busy with things. The notion of being a cliffhanger did not upset this fellow, rather what did, what really upset him were his dreams. He could not figure out the duration of each of his dreams, nor could he separate them from the actual webs of reality. All these dreams just made him terribly confused and mad. It made him question if he is really hanging from a cliff or if something else is going on that he is unaware of. Could it be that he is never actually hanging in the first place? "What is happening to me?!", he would scream and then would break down to tears. Some would claim that they have heard his cries and some would claim that they have seen his faint figure through the distant fog, even so, no one would really believe in his existence. How could they without never actually seeing him? But even when they would come close to his presence, they would back away, saying, "Oh, he can't be real, the man is just a legend, a myth, it's just my senses playing tricks on me". How can I really blame them for not believing when I, myself take him as a joke.
My father used to laugh at me when I would ask him about the Cliffhanger. He would always give the same reply, the same exact answer, in the same soft singing voice, "Maybe he is real, maybe he is not, maybe he is there, hanging, maybe he is not..."
My father's eyes have never lied, I knew he knows the answer, but he wanted me to find that out myself...but, I never did.
random gibberish............ (haven't edited yet, so excuse the grammatical mistakes)
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