The Bag
It's a beautiful summer evening, there is a bag kept on a rock that keeps getting washed ashore. Glittering in the sunlight, it has this distinct sweet smell that breaks your heart. With the sound of every wave you feel the dire need to rescue it with all your might. As you get closer to the bag, clouds cover the sun and its shine fades away. Your fingers tremble while your mind keeps losing focus. The moment you touch this bag, all the trembling stops at once and your hands feel complete with its grip. You lose sight of light and its weight drains you. There is part of you that's screaming for help but you keep ignoring because the darkness helps you dream. You carry the weight until one fine day a part of you breaks and you lose the grip. At this moment the sudden flash of light scars you more than any weight you have ever carried. You resent yourself for carrying such a vulnerability and run in search for a faraway beach where you can just leave it on a rock and embrace the...