Melting under the crimson sun
Twisting and turning in the darkness, my sheets are plastered to my skin. A cold sweat and goose bumps travel up my spine, as I shiver my mind slowly becomes submerged into never ending blackness. Swiftly, I fall down into the depths before me, reaching out for a way to stop the inevitable. I scream for a savior to come and rescue me, only to hear my voice echo against the black walls of my entrapment.
A light below me catches my eye, the faster I fall the larger it becomes. All at once blurred colors and images materialize, which play like a flipbook as I endlessly plummet. My past and my present are exposed, the hidden memories are once again revealed. I try to close my eyes, to avoid dealing with the traumatic agony that my past has brought me. A relentless force kept my eyes held open, it quickly became clear that my struggle against this invisible strength was futile.
With youth I didn't comprehend my surroundings, the painful events, in which transpired in the early years of my life, suddenly became quite lucid with each mile I descended. With age comes wisdom and I finally understood the truth behind it all, my past has made me who I am today. At last I saw the tunnel ending, the memories were slowly becoming my present…
I was scared to hit the ground, to reach the end of what I was so familiar with, regardless of the misery that I encountered along the way. Too fearful of what the future would bring. Indeed my seemingly endless journey was over, as quickly as it had begun, the black hole abruptly ended.
I awoke and jumped up in my bed with a start, beads of perspiration running down my forehead, remembering every detail of the incident that had occured in my dream. I reached over and picked up my alarm clock the bright digits flashed a time where even farmers were still sleeping. I lay back down hugged my pillow and fell back asleep; motivated by the knowledge the dream had given me. My future is what I make it to be.
A light below me catches my eye, the faster I fall the larger it becomes. All at once blurred colors and images materialize, which play like a flipbook as I endlessly plummet. My past and my present are exposed, the hidden memories are once again revealed. I try to close my eyes, to avoid dealing with the traumatic agony that my past has brought me. A relentless force kept my eyes held open, it quickly became clear that my struggle against this invisible strength was futile.
With youth I didn't comprehend my surroundings, the painful events, in which transpired in the early years of my life, suddenly became quite lucid with each mile I descended. With age comes wisdom and I finally understood the truth behind it all, my past has made me who I am today. At last I saw the tunnel ending, the memories were slowly becoming my present…
I was scared to hit the ground, to reach the end of what I was so familiar with, regardless of the misery that I encountered along the way. Too fearful of what the future would bring. Indeed my seemingly endless journey was over, as quickly as it had begun, the black hole abruptly ended.
I awoke and jumped up in my bed with a start, beads of perspiration running down my forehead, remembering every detail of the incident that had occured in my dream. I reached over and picked up my alarm clock the bright digits flashed a time where even farmers were still sleeping. I lay back down hugged my pillow and fell back asleep; motivated by the knowledge the dream had given me. My future is what I make it to be.