I had a dream. A dream that was vivid enough to perpetuate lucidity. It wasn’t the first time I had seen the decadence of the past pervading the future. These ideals, and imperfections haunt me every now and then, but never like this. My bed was moist, for I had sweat vigorously. Despite my discomfort, I arrived to a calming, yet ambitious motive, and I reached forth. Everything that surrounded us shifted to a blur, but you became clear. I could see, but could not realize my own distress. It was in that moment that I became draped in the morning light, and was no longer asleep. However, the dark of the fleeting night followed me for quite some time.
It was uneasy, dismal, and almost nausiating to be alive following that night. It revealed to me, a viel. One that would hide a world beyond my creation. Perhaps it is best that I abandon destiny…
The poison was spreading throughout my body, and I indulged in warmth. I sank into the light and inhaled a breeze, but like a lapse in time, the breeze was gone, and it became cold. I sought solice in you, and evacuated like many times before. We began to think as one and occupy the same eyes. I could still see light from a distance, but what you saw was much closer. You saw the oppurtunity to survive, and we watched the world revolve. The seasons changed often, proving that nothing is perminant. We’ve left pieces of ourselves along the way, but the Universe will take them eventually. You’ve convinced me to understand the obscure.
It is uneasy, dismal, and almost nausiating to be alive in this world. To watch people turn to monsters before my eyes. Their bloodlust is unquenchable.
I stayed on their terms, and there’s still no sign of you along the way. I compromised my dreams, and considered things to replace my memory. It’s significance is reluctantly removed from my consiousness. Through a vast wasteland I walk amongst you, but cannot feel. My knuckles crack beneath the dry spell of the Sun. I unwillingly trudge foward with my head hung low, still no sign along the way. Then, like a division of worlds my eyes pry open, my head slighlty ascends and I look beyond myself. The dust infiltrates my vision, and my skin cracks beneath the dry spell of the Sun.
I had a dream. A dream that was vivid enough to perpetuate lucidity. It revealed a viel which hides a world beyond this one. This one full of uneasy, dismal, and almost nausiating beasts that were once human. You have persuaded me to understand the obscure.
Perhaps it is best that I abandon destiny…
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