WRITE A CREATIVE COMPOSITION TITLED ‘BIRTH’.
The silence was deafening. The darkness was blinding. Time didn’t exist here, there was only oblivion. Simple oblivion, enough to drive anyone crazy. Yet, I remained sane. I craved to know the meaning of sane, but I knew the meaning wouldn’t make any sense to me. Nothing made sense here. I was alone, floating peacefully, completely free of sin. My innocence struck me as abnormal, but I had no idea then, that my innocence would soon be shattered like glass hit by a chisel. Unspoken words ran through my mind, telling me I would leave this place soon.
I stretched my leg, despite the constrains, and felt my toes come into contact with something soft. It was the sheath of skin that separated me from reality, from the world outside. “The world outside”. It was such an ominous title, and it reflected the way I felt about it. I would be born into that world, it would be my home. I would laugh, cry, hate and kill there. I would grow and become part of other people, whom, like me, would stick up their chins and carry out their daily chores with dignity . We would all become cogs in a machine, our lives being insignificant to anyone else but us. Time would allow me to do all this, but then, time itself would clutch at my throat and become my eternal enemy. It would all end in a moment.