UM(1) Creative Writing Club (Activity)

Lyra

I escaped from prison. Yes, I am a convict.
So sorry that I can only describe that much about myself. I don't know where I belonged to, why I was imprisoned, why I ran away and even my name.
There's only one thing that pops up in my mind.
Kali. That wench Kali.
Her mere name gives me a sense of gloom as if I was chastened by sorrow.
Still, I can't get through her, her lips, her eyes, her voice, her hands, her scent.
It's not like I am obsessed with her. It's like I am defeated and I cant do nothing else.
Isn't it funny? Such a pathetic nameless man whose poor head of woe with nothing more than a woman.
So I'm gonna give myself a name. You can call me Rocky.
The name Rocky is quite doggy to me but for better or worse, I get a name at least.
Umm, I should tell you the place I am at now.
It 's not hard because all I see is the ocean and the sky, everything with a hint of blue.
It's afternoon.
I have only two visions, blue by day and dark by night.
Just because of the boat on which I am floating and the shirt and the pants I'm wearing, I can tell other colors are present in this world.
I don't blame Kali too much because she's the only thing I have in my mind to think.
I don't remember what happened between me and Kali, nothing at all, I just remember her.
It' hurting every time I think of her and I think of her almost all day and it's frightening.
The worst part is that when I realize there's nothing I can do, being racked by suffering.
At first, I mourned, then I cried.
But now, I'm just lying on the boat looking at the sky.
It's so strange that there are no rays of sunlight invading my eyes, making me view at the blue above endlessly.
There is no hope left for questioning why I am here and what I am supposed to do.
I can't handle the bundle of conceptions.
I just wish this to be a dream.