I don't think much about my past. But there are some moments and some people I always try to leave behind. And when I've almost done it, something happens. I've written about it before. But this time... this time it's something out of ordinary.
I remember all my dreams. They are always sophisticated and a bit bizarre. They always have some message hidden, I've learned how to make it clear to me. I'm the only one who understands that. If I tell that someone, people call me mad. I am mad. I am insane. I trust what I see in my sleep more than I trust what I see when I wake up. My dreams never let me down.
It all began on Sunday night. I was sleeping and that's what I saw.
I was taking a walk in my city. Beautiful autumn landscapes, no cars, no people, no noise just the wind. Then I see a girl sitting on a bench, she was apparently crying. So I sit beside her, asking what went wrong. She shows me her face all red, tears in her eyes. I know her face, I know who she is. Haven't seen her a while, it's been almost two years since we talked to each other. And now she sits on that bench crying. She starts telling me her story, I just listen. Then I wake up. I didn't remember what she had told me, there was just a silent picture in my head.
It began on Sunday night and continues now. I see her every night. She comes crying, I listen. Then I come to tell her my story and then suddenly I am hitting her, trying to cripple her and she does nothing. I yell at her sometimes like:"What's wrong? Why am I supposed to sit here and tell you everything like this? Where the hell are you? Why are you so far away?". Another night she cries:" What happened to you? Where is your insolence now? Why don't you just come to my place and make me talk to you again? Why did you stop trying?". Then I wake up again.
It goes like it every night. In the morning I turn on my computer and check her account in the social network. I am blocked. I know she visits my account too. But she is blocked too.
And this is the way it goes every day...
I remember all my dreams. They are always sophisticated and a bit bizarre. They always have some message hidden, I've learned how to make it clear to me. I'm the only one who understands that. If I tell that someone, people call me mad. I am mad. I am insane. I trust what I see in my sleep more than I trust what I see when I wake up. My dreams never let me down.
It all began on Sunday night. I was sleeping and that's what I saw.
I was taking a walk in my city. Beautiful autumn landscapes, no cars, no people, no noise just the wind. Then I see a girl sitting on a bench, she was apparently crying. So I sit beside her, asking what went wrong. She shows me her face all red, tears in her eyes. I know her face, I know who she is. Haven't seen her a while, it's been almost two years since we talked to each other. And now she sits on that bench crying. She starts telling me her story, I just listen. Then I wake up. I didn't remember what she had told me, there was just a silent picture in my head.
It began on Sunday night and continues now. I see her every night. She comes crying, I listen. Then I come to tell her my story and then suddenly I am hitting her, trying to cripple her and she does nothing. I yell at her sometimes like:"What's wrong? Why am I supposed to sit here and tell you everything like this? Where the hell are you? Why are you so far away?". Another night she cries:" What happened to you? Where is your insolence now? Why don't you just come to my place and make me talk to you again? Why did you stop trying?". Then I wake up again.
It goes like it every night. In the morning I turn on my computer and check her account in the social network. I am blocked. I know she visits my account too. But she is blocked too.
And this is the way it goes every day...
