The Woods
Behind Me
Short Story
By:
Gustavo
Calvo
“Who
are you?”
“I
am nobody, but I am everything”
“Are
you Satan?”
“No”
“I
am confused”
“I
am the void, I exist and I don’t”
“You
are God?”
“Neither;
I am the one who forms cohesion between everything, between your world and the
nothingness”
“Why
are you showing in front of me?”
“You
are one of the few who can see me”
“Like
I am woke?”
“No,
that is just pure bullshit; is much as you know I exist and I acknowledge your
existence; we understand each other beyond words”
“I
understand”
“There
is a moment in life, where you realize how fragile everything is; such as this
moment, you are here laying on the side of tree. Enjoying this peace and quiet
before oblivion comes”
“Death
seems to be serene as a presence, but you are quite understanding into talking
about the essence of being”
“Death
is not as merciful as you think”
“I
assume you know they”
“Death
wasn’t the one who caused you this; instead you decided to embrace them”
“I
wanted to call Death…”
“You
became an emissary of they, by embracing your own mortality”
“I
couldn’t keep up; now I am fighting to move or breath…”
“Just
close your eyes and become one with I”
“One
with one of the Elders of the Universe?”
“You
can ascend…”
“I
have to be hallucinating due the loss of blood”
“No,
you are not” The Void became again ethereal and absorbed him; the wind on the
top of the trees started to how as if the agony was reaching is peak. His body
was left behind near the willow and he became one with the nothingness.
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