A Window to Another World

Bread Crumbs

I would often wonder to myself. Where, in the midst of the adorned crystals, had my will crept away to? They would always advise against it. No, said my court of honor, holding me back. I just needed the jewels and the champagne, the cherries and the love, and all would be alright.

As the days grew starchy and dry I would pull myself forward. The jewels were just rocks, and the love was only strung upon the lights to bedazzle me. Never did my closure come, it always crept further. I suppose the aroma of champagne was too sour for it to bear. Perhaps the cherries tasted too bitter?

One summers day, I discovered a path within another's eyes. They had lain me bread crumbs which had not yet grown stale, and my conscience growled with hunger. The famine had lasted too long. So I meekly followed the traces, I had no passion in me to spare for searching, and wandered closer to will.

At last there were the lights, not strung with love and far from bedazzling. They were a simple hue, and hung limply from the stars. The light poured into me then. There need not be any complex complication, nothing mesmerizing and beautiful. I only needed the quiet space far from the court, a stash of soft pillows, and towers of literature to embrace me.

The words would play an endless song, and my eyes feasted as my ears listened.