The secret life of an object 

Huuuhh

When do I get to move around? I've been sitting in this same place for a week! I want to flex my joints, crack my arms and move around, explore the vast world out-there instead I've been here for a week staring at the same ceiling that only changes colours with the opening and closing of the light.

It is white with some very small cracks showing that it's timeworn. But not completely outdated like a man with white hair, wrinkled skin and fallen yellow teeth. It is more of a grey hair with some unimaginable constantly nagging lower back and neck pain old. It also has some very small black dots, probably dead mosquitoes just hanging there slowly drying out and decomposing in the air, letting their tiny flakes of dead scales fall off on peoples' hair.

I wish I were those flakes at least, they get to leave this place and see the world around.

I've left before I remember, I've left multiple times actually.

But the time seems to inevitably increase in longevity and multiply in boredom between each trip and the other.

When I'm on a trip I see a lot of things and explore new feelings, I see the clouds , the trees , the streets and people

So many people with so many lives , emotions and feelings. Some are happy and marching with their smiles radiating through the vast darkness of sadness, anxiety and dreadfulness.

I always like these trips, especially in the morning because I get to feel the sun on me, this burning but warm ray of calmness and familiarity shining at me. It reminds me of old times, before I got here, before I became this form!

I was a grain of sand, happily sitting in the arms of a million of my sisters and brothers. I used to get sunlight and heat everyday. Sometimes, every other day or so, I go into the sea and experience the cool waters, it is a whole different world. In a split of a second I feel the whole world change, the weather becomes much cooler and suddenly all the noise is reduced into a constant, trickling, almost meditative and monotonous but symphonic music of stones crushing into each other. They do so with the constant back and forth of the fresh, icy, foamy salt water. The harsh sun rays suddenly fade away just like all the other noises of the outside world, there is no air, no screaming, no nothing a calming bliss that has fallen upon me and my brothers and sisters. It is a wonderful experience , I become sensory deprived and feel nothing but the chilling water, and then, after a few seconds, I'm hit ! What a view, there is life here in this vast calmness. Plenty of fish, so diverse that I begin to question my eyes.

Corals as tall as mountains, as vivid as rainbows and with such an intricate branching system creating a web-like puzzle. A maze of a mind blowing community of homes stacked together that each and every neighbour gets the same views and advantages in a miraculous way indeed. What a world !

I almost lost myself in the awe of this alien place. And just as I began getting used to it, I found myself carried along with a bunch of friends in the hands of a gentle wave that put us right back on the beach where we always belonged.

This was my life, repetitive but astonishingly adventurous and new.

Until one day. The day that everything changed, the day that literally , figuratively and physically transformed me for the rest of my life.

It began just like any other. Except, this time, the humans came in early. We're used to humans coming all the time to our beach, they sit and laugh, sometimes they even take us with them to the sea, it's always such a wonderful experience. They rearrange us in castles and allow us to meet new people and make new friends.

But this time was different, they were shouting instead of laughing. And there was this monstrous roar. A petrifying sound coming from a gigantic metal monster spitting black smoke all over the place.

They came at dawn – a usually magical time – the weather is warm with a hint of a cool breeze carrying around the zesty salty smell of the sea that hits the nose in a wonderful delicacy. Just as calming and relaxing as the mix of the wonderful blue color of the sea merging with the now purple sky from the rising yellow white sun. A paralysing scenery that never fails to amaze any passing eye.

When they came, the atmosphere was filled with smoke and a grey fog that asphyxiated the screaming cries of all around me. My friends were flying all over, they were bombarded into each other in the air, losing limbs, relatives and friends. The same split of a second that took us into a wonderful world in the sea, changed our realty into a grey blinding picture of terror and disaster.

I was taken by the monster just like millions and millions of friends and family. We were prisoners. We were killed while still breathing...

They took me into a large mouth of fire and burned me alive, they put me under enormous pressure, they changed me...

they made me into glass, stuck in isolation, on a foreign land and every now and then, I get to go on a trip, see the sun, the people and feel the air just like the old days...

huuuhh

When do i get to leave ???