Lost Sight, Found Strength

The path is so dark and dim, but Julie keeps walking. She is scared, yet her adrenaline makes her look back several times, urging her to walk faster with each step. She wonders why she can't move faster and then realizes it's just her thoughts getting wilder the longer she's on the road. She shouldn't have chosen this path—terrified and confused. She's already halfway through. It sucks. The only way is to adapt, over time. She has one more block, two more, and again she convinces herself it's just one more step to her destination. She's no longer afraid when she starts looking at the sky instead of the road. The evening feels scarier when it's right in front of our eyes, but when it's above, the stars are beautiful. The cold air on her skin feels warmer as her mind grows calmer. Gently, she realizes that she's no longer worried. In fact, she's arrived, in no time. -- I think loneliness comes from the mind. It's not about being surrounded
Do you know why it's hard to say goodbye? Because we afraid if our memories might not be able to remember them, rightly. The fact is, goodbye means good. No matter how hard.
~Aurora Esterlia

Black Widow

In my dream, I am working in this building. It's really like a normal building, people trying to make an effort with their own job desk. The walls and the lights were very light and white, but it will always be a shed of shadow, because it's a dream.
Until, suddenly people were asking to throw all the papers we've been working on and destroy all of them, like it's simply because no one should find them.

I was thinking, this company might be a very secret company. Why am I here?
You know when your dream is just  vivid imagination.
Later, I've already in this party. A big long dinner table. I was running from other room where I hold a paper and a pen. I ran to one of person who's sitting with a black evening gown, so glamour and beautiful.
And, when I sat next to her, I asked, "Help me to fix what's wrong?"

It was Black Widow. Scarlett Johansson.
I was like, "What?" but I couldn't talk. I startled in my own dream but, it was like a different me in my dream kept playing the part of this dream story.
She answered my question, took my pen and start to scratch things on that paper, "This is not like this. You should change it," like stuff. Like an editor.

I was starting to get it. People staring at me with Black Widow chatted.
It reminds me of Inception, when the people in you dream start recognize you're different, and start pointing at you.
So I told them, "I found her. I found the right place to talk to."
Then, they start to walk away.

It was simply a very weird dream. Yet, it feels comfortable to know Black Widow is my editor.
#LOL.

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