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Journey in dreams pt. 4There are just a few lives that I lived and remember.
The world war made everything turn grey. The fog got everywhere and you couldn't outrun the smell of death. I was walking on somewhat empty street in early evening. My serious expression turned pleasant when I recognized a face that was coming from the right. Soon I got confused by the hateful matter I was being looked at. Within seconds he pulled out his gun and shot without hesitation. Bullet pierced through my neck; and as I was falling down backwards I kept thinking "Why?" Then it all went black. My throat was never the same again. Just like that we're forced to leave, unwanted guests.
My eyes were closed; felt the heat and dry land, but there was something fresh about it, in the evening time. Chanting was heard, I recognized the words but they have no meaning to me now. I opened my eyelids slowly, the landscape of the desert appeared. I was standing on a cliff; the crowd of people below, all turned the same way, all bowing to t
Journey in dreams pt. 3The birthing was prolonged; everyone in the room was anticipating the end of it. The head was showing, it kept getting bigger and bigger. Baby started to push down the birth canal, head seconds away from crowning. My arm had no strength anymore, and in a glimpse the creature flew out, hit the wall, bumped his head and walked. Now, how could a baby do that? Well, this wasn't an ordinary baby; its legs and arms were long and strong, the body was the height of a first grade schoolboy. Should be send to the school immediately.
Some children get robbed of their childhood too soon.
Journey in dreams pt. 2The taste of fear doesn't disappear from the mouth for some time. My knees were bruised, but my feet kept running, heart pumping with adrenalin. Heard no blast from the gun, only felt the bullet pierce through my skin, into the muscle. The shooter was gone, or hiding. Never saw the face. Still I hid myself and tried to take care of the wound, but all I could find was paper, and what can you do with it? I knew I had to go to the hospital, but wished that there was a duct tape that could fix it. Never trust doctors with anything.
Waited forever, when forever turned out to be half an hour, "This is serious!" There was no examination, no tests. I assumed they were getting ready for the operation, but they kept on taking it a laughing matter. Sat there in the chair, watched the people come and go, while doctor was writing documents.
Journey in dreams pt. 1Found myself sitting on the road, in the middle of the darkness, breathless. I knew I had someplace else to be, and things that had to be done, but nothing could've pulled me back from where I was at that particular moment. Road-side turned into orange burning candles, tall and graceful, like they owned the night. Fog crawled from the stream, covering the sight into a grainy tunnel of lights. Then the night breeze glided through the flames while the stream by the road murmured in stillness of the sleeping land.
There were times that I wanted to die, and start a life all over again. Rewind the tape and start recording some other story. Reason came out from despair, hopelessness and mainly shame. Seems as the weight on my shoulders was too heavy to carry; my back bent. I certainly didn't like the thought of carrying it forever. As I sat there in the cold breezy night, I wanted to die, just to carry that feeling inside me forever. Take that night with me. No will to go back or forth, only
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