Just short stories inspired by music

Freedom

       I never liked to dream. It seemed like I was making illusions just to dissapoint myself when they didn't come true. I hated this feeling with every inch of my being. This is the main reason why I enjoyed getting attached to real things like the sky, music, abandoned building, dancing. Being free like a bird, flying, it was a feeling I longed for.

       I could have sworn I died. I drowned in the ocean and I could have given my life for these words. It surely wasn't an illusion because I felt the pain, so why am I in this mansion all alone and why do all these paintings watch me? Is this the afterlife? Does it change from person to person depending on what they believed and what they liked?

       I rose up from the ground and I started moving around the glass floor. It was an old and lonely house. I was alone and every step could be heard. Music started playing in my ears as I took my first step forward and started dancind, alone, by myself, leading me on to the rhythm of the music.

       The black shadow that was unknown to me took the hand that was extended and started leading me, the time and the sound of the steps lost in the darkness and music. The tears that flooded my eyes were like waterfalls. The freedom and the happiness was finally granted to me. Every breath and every humming noise was felt down to my heart. The room started collapsing and soon transformed into a field of flowers. The white moon giving us the only light we needed and my body soon was forgotten into the room as now I was only a white silhouette moving around through the field being held by another black one. Our colors switched every time we spined and the flowers soon, one by one started levitating and then they caught on fire surrounding us like some lanterns.

       This was the freedom I so greatly wanted. Was I lonely? No. I didn't have a house and now I didn't have a body. I was only a soul and I enjoyed every moment. Now I loved myself more than I have ever done.