As the night still reigns in this cold blanket of mine,
the emptiness of the room eats me and awakens
me from my long sleep, and as my eyes open, it began to swallow the things around me, blurred images begin to clear out and I watch on every move of the silence.
I’m still floating from the
dream from my sleep, a perplexed dream that makes me unconditionally different and makes me ponder more. An unusual dream that turns me upside down on my bed,
it makes me anxious; it makes me more vibrant and glad.
I’m so alive, chronicles of joy are running through my veins and it seems that the clock stand still for me, it seems that the stars are aligned this night for me, and it seems that my
fantasy dream is true.
I look at our photo at the wall, and stared to it as if I’ve never seen it before, and once again I speak in desperation, knowing that our image will not answer me back. Suddenly, the unfriendly wind enters the window, I’m shaking, I put my blanket on, and my body is still freezing to the coldness of the midnight, then the silence roars much louder once more, and unexpectedly, the heavy rain began…
On every knock of the rain on my roof, is like a heavy knock on my heart. It’s like the rain is seeking my attention. Then suddenly, my realization took reality and my tears starts to fall… My gladness fades and my excitement was poured
down through my damp pillow. And now, I am real awake.
The tears shook me off from my dream; the rain washed away my fantasy, and reality is now centering the cold dawn. My dream is over, and I think it must.
I wish I didn’t wake up, for me to be just in that dream,
I wish I wasn’t awakened, for me to be just fine.
Coz in my fantasy dream,
you are only mine, just mine…