dreams
I woke up today. shaken.
still and solid as a rock.
i didn't dared to move.
i had the strangest dream.
i was so uncontent.
there was a group of friends. they hung out. they were together.
there was happy memories as well as not so eventful ones.
one day, a portion was given to them.
it was told to them that by drinking it. it will change ur life. and it cannot be said that it was going to be good or bad.
they drink it and step onto the tram.
i was one of them.
but strangely i became one of the two that was stand on the edge and watching them. all falling under the spell of the portion.
it was like a metaphor.
the symbolic passing of before and after.
they lost their memories.
and each led their own life.
never having the inclination that they once share certain memories. be it good or bad.
they lost their identity.
and had no past. they had no past, no hurts, they had nothing.
no idea of who they are.
who they were and begin crusing thru life as if nothing had happened in the past.
i woke up saddened.
and very much affected.
because i thought to myself.
at least i have memories and have an idea of who i am.
without all those past hurts and events tat happened and shaped me and even ppl who came in and out of my life,
WHO AM I TODAY?
the metaphor of KNOWING..
sorry for being incoherent.
i'm still trying to piece the dream together.
still and solid as a rock.
i didn't dared to move.
i had the strangest dream.
i was so uncontent.
there was a group of friends. they hung out. they were together.
there was happy memories as well as not so eventful ones.
one day, a portion was given to them.
it was told to them that by drinking it. it will change ur life. and it cannot be said that it was going to be good or bad.
they drink it and step onto the tram.
i was one of them.
but strangely i became one of the two that was stand on the edge and watching them. all falling under the spell of the portion.
it was like a metaphor.
the symbolic passing of before and after.
they lost their memories.
and each led their own life.
never having the inclination that they once share certain memories. be it good or bad.
they lost their identity.
and had no past. they had no past, no hurts, they had nothing.
no idea of who they are.
who they were and begin crusing thru life as if nothing had happened in the past.
i woke up saddened.
and very much affected.
because i thought to myself.
at least i have memories and have an idea of who i am.
without all those past hurts and events tat happened and shaped me and even ppl who came in and out of my life,
WHO AM I TODAY?
the metaphor of KNOWING..
sorry for being incoherent.
i'm still trying to piece the dream together.