I know a man who broke free from the clouds and turned into stone. “What a tragedy”, you would say. “Why should one want to give up the freedom that only the blue skies can offer?”
His thoughts formed a seemingly endless labyrinth with tall stone walls, and lots of dead ends, which hid unknown creatures behind bars. I stepped on the cold slabs of his mind and lost myself in there. So much grey, lifeless emotion! I got a strange inkling that the dullness was not due to his incapacity of feeling but to those unknown creatures hidden behind bars. One of those cages had a small metal plate on which the word Fear was etched. Such an awkward species! I had never seen one before!
I took one of the alleys and let it lead me where it wanted to. I myself was bereft of will power as if spellbound by an unseen beauty, which I could sense inside that man who broke free from the clouds and turned into stone. I thought I must have met him before sometime ago, maybe a thousand years before, maybe more. Perhaps, it was only the uniqueness of such a being that lured me to try once more and once more again until I could find a way out of that labyrinth. Did I want to break free or did I want to help him break free? Would I free myself if I freed him? Were we connected?
As I stepped on a somewhat pink-grey stone slab, it cracked. I heard one of the creatures inside the cages growl. I felt fear like never before: it was my fear and his combined. He feared myself being inside his stone thoughts, I feared I might be trapped there forever, or worse, die in there. I closed my eyes and tried to picture the beauty I could sense inside him. Out of nowhere a manly silhouette appeared behind the eyelids of my imagination, his body carved in the most precious marble, a cracked marble through which I could glimpse the beautiful greyness of the passing clouds. From his waist up to his right shoulder a tattooed snake seemed to move its body in an upward movement. I couldn't see the man's face, but I could distinctly feel he wanted me to follow him.
Until then, I never looked to my left, where a few stairs embroidered there steps through the labyrinth, going up where a blue sky awaited calmly. The man took one of those stairs. I couldn't take my eyes off that snake, and I couldn't help hearing the man’s voice: "If you want to get out, you have to go up!"
So, I went up the stairs! I hope the man returned to the clouds because I couldn't see him anymore after I took my first step. I for one am still climbing, and there's no more greyness. I still hear the creatures growling, but I am not scared anymore because I know a man who broke free from the clouds, turned into stone only to help me get out of my own labyrinth.