I was restless and frustrated.
For some reason I was trying to convince some people about something. but my frustration stemmed from the fact that whenever the time came for me to prove that I needed, I couldn't. I didstinctly remember being in a room with two guys dressed in black. someone else was in between us and his back sat facing me. I recognised him - I think he was my brother - i approached him, but he fell backwards and lay with a thud on the floor, unmoving.
I screamed.
I'm not sure he was dead but more than the actual event, it was my emotion that frightened me. It was such an intense frustration, reaching the end but never reaching it. Near and yet so far. Like the ending of a chapter which, when you finally get to, abruptly ends and you're left unsatisfied, frustrated, and fuming that you've got to start another chapter. Sometimes you turn the page and it's there, but there is still no answer. Imagine that happening again and again, going through each chapter thinking there's an end to it, but just when you think you're getting there - you get transported away. by words. by actions. by no means any fault of yours. and you're totally helpless.
I scream again. I scream so hard all the air in my lungs are exhausted, and my throat is dry and hurts, but I still cannot stop. I scream with all the frustration and anger and sadness there could ever be in the universe. It is a scream so filled with horror and sadness that you recoil from it but are gripped by it. I double over in my tears, crying so hard, in a height of hysterics I never knew any human could achieve.
I am taken to a door and I open it. I get shoved inside and suddenly I'm in a train cabin,
with serene-looking passengers looking out at a serene passage.
I turn around instantly and grab the door I came from, but it isn't a door anymore. It's just a window. I keep getting pushed through doors, which, when I return to, isn't a door anymore. The portals transport me in a maze I can't even see, nor determine its boundaries, nor understand its complexities.
I realise I'm on a train to Turin. The scenery is unbelievably beautiful, the big blue clear sky reflects itself in the calm lakes, trees and greenery surround me, engulf me. I don't even know when I got off, but suddenly I'm wandering around on cobbled streets, strangely dated, yet so present, I suddenly feel so alone.
I see someone coming out of a door in a wall under an archway. It's a hotel, I discover. I go in and as if time was lurching and jumping forwards, there was no way to determine which direction it was going. It felt like I had stepped forward in time, and I was in a flat, high above ground level, looking at the prettiest view you could ever see. The moutains were in the distant and you could see its snowy-caps, promising some sort of fantasy, then the river flowing down through it and growing bigger till it was a body of calm right under your feet. The room, however, is entirely made of glass. My walls are crystal clear, transparent. All at the same time , I feel naked. I had an idea a hitman was perched somewhere high above and looking through my glass walls, ready to aim a laser beam at me to exterminate my existence.
I am also acutely aware I am on a quest. To Venice. To meet Him.
Something weighs down so heavily on my heart I almost have to lie down to relieve it. I know I must get to him, but I don't know how.
I wander down the cobbled streets and walk past a row of continental-style cafes. Elegantly-dressed ladies glance at me from behind their veneer of human friendliness. I get the feeling that I'm getting nowhere, and I reach the banks of the lake. I don't know where to go.
I need so much to be with him, but I don't know how to get there. All I could do was cry, and hope he will find me eventually. But I had a feeling, that like my previous frustration of never getting to the end of any chapter, without any result, our search for each other would never have an end.
And then I realized what I was screaming about - all that sadness in the world, rushing in a frenzy to collide at this one moment, was the horror of my realization that something that meant the most in the world to me, had been taken away from me.
I'm almost blinded by my own tears.
My body jolts and suddenly it's like I had gone through another portal.
I woke up lying in my own bed, and with a sense of urgency I reached out for my phone on my bedside - the hard, physical, reality of the object came within my reach, and I recovered for a moment from my disorientation.
He called, it said on my phone. The comfort of the familiarity almost flooded me senseless.
I didn't realise I was holding my breath, but I finally exhaled. If I hadn't known the immensity of grief before, I think I finally do now.
I saw it in my mum's eyes while she sat on the floor rocking us, her two babies when my father left her world. I don't blame her for wanting, then, to kill herself. But she didn't. I could only pray in my heart - I would almost throw away love, in exchange for immunity from grief - that it'd never come to that.