Death of Nokia 3300

As tonight again I wanted to sleep in a fetus way, I crumbled but there were chain of thoughts keeping me awake. I stood up and reached for the drawer of my a table in my room which was gathering dust. I pulled out the drawer, scanned inside and found an Old Nokia 3300 which refreshed my memories straightway. 

I took a jog back in my memory which reminded that the speakers of this phone told so many lies, blaming all the promises to the people on the other side. Once a legend started appearing farce with all staged lies being fed to me for I appeared a blank canvas to paint with dark colors by the jokers with bad sense of humour.

Artists did their job and the blamestorming session zeroed it again to that cellphone in my mind. It lay silently doing nothing and beeping no more. 

Maybe it was a mere object to associate my memories, but someone has to pay and I need to sleep like a baby tonight. 

So i am taking it to the garden as i write. Now I put it to light with more efforts as it denied getting burned by a mere matchstick . 

Moments have gone... Now the disgusting smell of burning plastic connected with the unwanted memories is pathetic but the fire purifies it all...I watch all the memories associated with it fluttering away reaching for the skies along with smoke...The stars appear so calm as they absorb it all, relieving me from the thoughts away towards solace...zillion stories dilute in the galaxy but it stays silent...Now as I take a sip of beer again I feel no burden forcing me to the old corners of my room....My eyelids feel heavy and ...and...and....ZZzzzzzz