A Paradoxical Existence

I ran through the waterways and my rhapsodic spirit was high enough to jump over the palisades. Then I escalated the mountains to saunter the nearby valleys and show everyone my rise in prominence. The flowers bloomed and the leaves shed off the driblets as I meandered.

The sky greeted me with fulmination and soon my heartbeat overtook my speed. The smell of wet mud wafted through my nostrils while my skin crumbled like a house of cards. Drenched in rain, I kept proceeding over the puddles while my feet became distressed of my obduracy. There was a sense of chaos in the air and soon I stopped feeling my legs. My red fingers became phlegmatic and my senses insensate.

I stumbled upon a pond and let my indomitability lose in front of my weary eyes. I kept running without knowing what I was running away from until I witnessed my reflection. The green eyes in the pond saw everything from society's panorama. The smile widened and tears rolled down the cheeks only when others sanctioned to vent emotions.

The mind got used to functioning like a robot and responding to the quintessential norms of mankind. I realised what I was running from as I stared blankly into the benumbed waters. I sat down forlornly on the ground not knowing what to do. How can one run away from oneself? How can stop being society's contrivance? The tarnished reflection reminded me of a forgotten self now injected with necrotic materialism. My hands twiddled my smidgens as I hoped for the grass to get greener on this side.