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

Second Touch

He came back to my dream like this time feels like I am getting back into same movie and I play the same role. Is there any chance to feel deja vu in your own dream? 

What I did not know, if I had been on this same dream before then we've met before in dream but we just have not knowing each other for longest time. 

This dream felt the same but this dream was really like he tried to reach me. He tried to take care of me. Meanwhile, things were so dark and cloudy, in his dream, I had been pulled and pushed by my own memories and he tried to chase me, jump from dream to dream. 

It feels really like that. I feel like be naked and he seen everything what's in my mind. Yet, he never stopped chasing me. From dream to dream. He tried not losing me in his dream.

I tried to put all the things together and I can remember he's worried too. I couldn't tell what did he want on this time, same as the first time we met. 

He just want to accompany me. 
But, this time, he tried to keep me.
Like I have seen him before, that's why I didn't recognize him, I just tried to play my part. Maybe, this was his first time being on the dreams I had. 

Like a play, he really learned quickly. 
It's like he knew already what to do. 
But, there's something on his eyes that made me feel his existence in mine. 
I wonder what to do. 
I wonder what to say. 
But, like a play and we have our own roles, we say what's in the script. 
It's in his eyes that make me realized.
He's different.

The eyes that he given me from our first time met in a dream. I remember.

That's really me. The one he saw for second time. If he thought the first me was the person who's trying to cheer him up, this time, I didn't want to make him worried. I made myself looking up of my own, yet he learned I have my all troubles alone. I was a mess. I was not really that person he thinks before.

And he trying to take care of me...which well, I couldn't stay on each second, my dreams keep changing. It's like he knew I could not control the world of my dream and it's like the same feeling when he's on our first dream, he is really caring. 

But, dream is just a dream. It's not real. 
When I woke up, he learned my time was up. I left him first and he's in dream alone. 

He tried. I know.
It makes me cry, now.
I miss him so much.

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