expired purchase on sanity
Last night I had a dream.
I was standing on the outskirts of a very large courtyard, and though my feet were staying in the same place, the center of the courtyard kept rushing further and further away, as if frightened of me. It was a fountain. I shall call this fountain "goals and aspirations."
I then became aware of a calm but insistent whispering in my ear, from a source directly to my left. A darkly beautiful man, with hard, unreadable eyes. His arms were warm, and comforting, and in him calmness he was pleading, "stay here, stay here, stay here." When I turned to look at him, he ripped part of my soul out, and walked away laughing.
That fountain got very far away.
My feet were sore, and eventually rotted away. I was soon unable to stand, or walk, so sitting beside the spot I used to be standing, I noticed I was on top of a curious sort of button. The symbols on it were strange to me, but the meaning was the same.
HOLD.
And I watched the fountain slide away, and out of sight. The courtyard now had mazes and fiery pits, and bottomless wells, and walls of thorned plants. And, having no usuable feet, and feeling the helplessness of knowing I would have to drag myself with my arms, I sat and wept.
Forever.
I was standing on the outskirts of a very large courtyard, and though my feet were staying in the same place, the center of the courtyard kept rushing further and further away, as if frightened of me. It was a fountain. I shall call this fountain "goals and aspirations."
I then became aware of a calm but insistent whispering in my ear, from a source directly to my left. A darkly beautiful man, with hard, unreadable eyes. His arms were warm, and comforting, and in him calmness he was pleading, "stay here, stay here, stay here." When I turned to look at him, he ripped part of my soul out, and walked away laughing.
That fountain got very far away.
My feet were sore, and eventually rotted away. I was soon unable to stand, or walk, so sitting beside the spot I used to be standing, I noticed I was on top of a curious sort of button. The symbols on it were strange to me, but the meaning was the same.
HOLD.
And I watched the fountain slide away, and out of sight. The courtyard now had mazes and fiery pits, and bottomless wells, and walls of thorned plants. And, having no usuable feet, and feeling the helplessness of knowing I would have to drag myself with my arms, I sat and wept.
Forever.