Sanity

My iris moves left and right. Confusion? Maybe. But the nerves respond back- Hey mister, you are never supposed to be like this. So the confusion is extricated out.

I try to invoke the sparkle. It might just burst out - laughing. Or maybe crying. Sadistically. It is being tried for the first time. Eulogies might flow. Draining themselves in the aftermath. I still try. Who knows? The nerves might be right.

The ring still echoes. Quixotically. It is ridiculing me. Blood impulses shudder at the thought. Red screams all around it. Ears playing tricks? Chromophobia can never get the color into this avatar. Audible hegemony is incumbent.

The floating never ceases to stop. Immortality is a pea's throw away. There, my alter-ego yearns to love me. The stratosphere thinks this is enough and throws me in the vortex of an endless abyss. Life never ceases to live.

I am insane.

I close my eyes. The iris fades to white, the sparkle gets rekindled, the ring stops its cacophony and the floating floats.

Its time to dream and be sane.