Vyshnoo

Covetous

​I didn’t know what it was.
Something kept burning inside me at that moment.

I had the urge to be someone else, the urge to possess what they had and not to be happy by others success. They named it jealousy.

I wondered that night what I could do about it, but the blurry vision and the fire inside my soul was stopping me.
The vision of this bitter word named ‘jealousy’, blind folded me from seeing my possessions and resulted in questioning, ‘Who am I?’, ‘What do I have?’, and ‘What did I ever achieve?’

The tiny devil on my shoulder always won over the angel during this time, where my nerves electrified with sparks of damage.
The angel only screamed to my deaf ears and fell into the senseless abyss and the devil pierced through my brain with anesthesia and made it’s space.