Scintilla, just a tiny spark

White Gown and Barefoot Dreams

A hazy fog fell on the scenery, making my eyes strain the barest amount to see through the haze.
Dull greys and greens and browns painted the street. Tall, neatly cut bushes towering over me, a white gown flowing at my ankles.
The road dirty, covered in dust and pieces of broken shingles, littering the brownish, earthy path I was following.

I ended up entering in a park, following that same path, the hues of greys getting more intense but any less different, I looked around but the place seemed abandoned.

I kept on walking, looking down I saw shards of shingles and my bare feet, carrying me around, the soles black and dirty, but I didn't mind.

I turned a few corners, caressed various bushes and sent fleeting looks at my surroundings.
Until I saw someone, in the distance, a man cleaning the earthy path, collecting shards of broken shingles and grey dust.

I got closer, but it seemed as if he wouldn't notice me, he kept on sweeping the floor, giving no sign of noticing me.
And like that, I kept walking, glancing at my feet every now and then.
It felt like floating, walking on clouds, my feet were grazing the ground, probably leaving footprints in the dirt, but I could feel none of it.
My feet were either numb, or I wasn't corporeal, I don't know.

I turned another few corners, the park felt like a maze when it probably was a park like any other, I saw a mom and her daughter. I didn't know them, I didn't recognize them, but the glint in their eyes when speaking and telling jokes, made it crystal clear they were both best friends and mom and daughter.

I don't know what happened, I whipped my head around, the two fading into the haze in front of my very eyes. The rumbling of the couple's laughter triggering something weird, and then the hazy fog stayed the same. Clouding the street, painting greys on the scenery.
But it started to grow in my mind, making me confused, turning everything into a hazy nightmare that wasn't a nightmare at all.

And just like that, I stopped seeing the scenery.
The mom and daughter weren't laughing anymore and the earthy, dusty and dirty path wasn't under my feet anymore.

I felt as if I was lost, swallowed by a dark, bottomless limbo of something unknown to man.
An endless, dark and humid limbo of something I'll never know.

Something only non-existence could feel like.
Humid solitude and deafening silence.