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Short Story / Wanderlust part 2

Wanderlust part 2

Those times where you wish you had a concrete reality, a set of rules that you would mindlessly follow, almost like school where they trained you to be lead and conform-I almost wish this was one of those times; I almost wish I had a definite reality to follow.
Uncertainty, the unease you felt as a child is perhaps why I am now so…afraid? It’s a subconscious reaction- being forced to follow a bunch of petty rules was how I grew up. I was made to abandon my childhood haunts of stealing mangoes, climbing the roofs and trees and forced to grow up; outside this paradigm there was nothing for me, nothing certain and that is what I feared.
What if, what if, what if…possibilities! I have never been one to be satisfied with one possibility and even though everything doesn’t always make sense, it doesn’t mean they are not worth considering right?
Right, but that doesn’t comfort me when I review my current situation. Here I was being “staticed” off into/onto the sky. There was however a feeling of intense mental elevation as I rose up into the home of thunder and lightening- the sky determines everything does it not? From very minute operations such as going to visit your friends to…to the entire fabric of your life being altered. It gave me a strange sense of euphoria, the feeling of rising up above the ground-I almost didn’t notice how the static was now engulfing me entirely. Like a cocoon it wrapped me, electric tentacles spinning and weaving all around. There was a constant buzz but strangely, it felt so harmonious; like the song of the sea, it was ever present and perfectly synchronized with the sweet moan of the wind and the rustle of the countless trees I was leaving behind me. I looked down and gaped in a claustrophobic frenzy, at the ground below, the ugly spiraling buildings, the avalanche of traffic and lights blinking constantly like some sinister monster- I saw a few green oasis’s being engulfed by the ugly structures of man and I looked away, my heart beating murderously hard and the buzzing cage around me carrying me higher.
I was afraid, I was insanely afraid of suddenly falling- my imagination went wild as I imagined myself plummeting down and on one of the tall spires that rose like claws being impaled to death. I was afraid of this revolving cage that lit up in a thousand hues, of the static that was encased in every fiber of my cage. I was afraid of this sudden phenomenon- what was happening to me? What was going on but my thoughts were like a hypnotic wave whispering at the back of my mind- there was little space for anything other than the constant buzz of the static and then it came: the feeling of travelling through space and time halted and here I was, faced with the true ferocity of the lightening.
My eyes went black. It was so bright that I couldn’t see anything other than spinning darkness; I couldn’t for a moment even breathe. And then gradually while my sight repaired itself, I felt everything around me vibrate- it was is if every particle of air bowed down to this great voice. The voice was louder now that I was suspended sky high and steadily climbing. What was to happen to me?
The thunder was growing softer but my ears felt as if they had been submerged down a waterfall; the thunder still thundered to me even after he had ceased his monologue.
I closed my eyes, hysteria amounting. The shimmering cage around me looked like an inviting medium for death to conquer- and coupled with lightening? Oh dear…I was in a tight spot wouldn’t you say?
But the moment I thought tight-the cage around grew closer, closer and…closer until it touched my skin. I could feel the billions of lambent orbs vibrating and sinking in- I watched as how the hair on my hands melted away as the electricity slowly seeped in. At that moment I knew I would die. I knew I was going to be burned to death- but I was wrong.

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