2013; here I come !
The dream bordered on the edge of nightmares, perched precariously on it’s toes. I was watched it from behind. Just a nervous face in the background. A powerless, silent onlooker. Helpless.
Any moment now, it seemed to whisper.
As I stood transfixed and uncertain, it turned itself to face me. All light and shadows and swirls. I knew it was coming. I felt it deep in my bones, in the bones of their bones. That turning point in the plot where something disastrous or glorious could occur. Where the purpose of a story’s life lies. And it was during that deciding moment; like the breath before speech or the knowing before death.
I woke up.
that feeling that you’re just a speck drifting in an empty space.
so heavy the thought, how cold the world seems.
silently floating alone.