Psychological Vibes

Dipsophobia

-"Oh good raven. Couldn't life be easier? "I asked my bird, while its beak bounced continuously over the bars of its cage. Whiskey bottles didn't let me move, and I was so stunned that I didn't feel like moving a single muscle. I grabbed a bottle and took the last drop. The raven looked at me, each time hitting the bars harder. I ignored the crow for weeks, drinking nonstop.

-"Oh good raven. Won't death hold me back?" I asked the bird, as he continued to bang the bars. The wall was perceived more quickly, and the bird was more disturbed. I took another drink at the bottle and kept looking at the ceiling. I ignored the crow for weeks, crying nonstop.

-"Oh good raven. Is there no other way to die?" I asked the bird, while its beak was broken into pieces by the constant blows to the bars. I ignored the crow for weeks, suffering nonstop.

-"Oh good raven. Can't you give me another bottle?" I asked the bird, already out of its cage, dead and lying on the ground. I ignored the crow for weeks, crouched down without moving.

-"Oh good raven. Could you grant me the honor of bringing death from your grave?" I asked the bird, still, cold and lifeless. I ignored the crow for weeks, keeping the little sanity remaining.

-"Oh good raven. Will he tell me where he went?" I said to the crow, already absent from the place. The place was full of pods and vegetation, with the roof penetrated by rocks and destroyed by moisture. I ignored my surroundings for weeks, trying to keep calm.

The door of the house fell down, and I looked up to see what it was. It was the raven, with a white figure behind it. Was my time already done? I got up with the little energy I had left, and approached him to the gleaming figure. I smiled and extended my hand to touch his.

Shortly after, the crow began to squawk, and the white figure began to fade. I began to tear when I saw the greenish landscape, the fauna battering over the lush sky. I smiled as I stepped outside, but I felt a powerful pain in my legs. I laid down on the grass, grasping it firmly and began to laugh uncontrollably. The crow continued squawking, still staring at the ground. The luminous figure reappeared, and extended his hand. I quickly extended my arm and touched his hand; I could feel relief and peace, and every tear had faded from my eyes.

Couldn't life have been that easy?