the dreaming
Both were weren't the happiest of dreams. But one was sadder than the other one cos it hurt me. But when I woke up and just played them in my mind, i realised that the sadder one was the more meaningful one, because there was an element of caring.
It was the kind of hurt that was not intentional but was bound to happen and where there was an ounce of remorse. Not really pity, but a sign that, that's just how the universe works.
The other one, I wasn't hurt at all, but I was left with a feeling that I must go on my own way, because in that path, I was nothing. There was no deep feelings involved and what i cared more was the time I wasted while lounging around in my sleep and moving slowly toward the place i was going. It was in my waking hours when I realised that there was no element of caring.
It was the kind of hurt that was not intentional but was bound to happen and where there was an ounce of remorse. Not really pity, but a sign that, that's just how the universe works.
The other one, I wasn't hurt at all, but I was left with a feeling that I must go on my own way, because in that path, I was nothing. There was no deep feelings involved and what i cared more was the time I wasted while lounging around in my sleep and moving slowly toward the place i was going. It was in my waking hours when I realised that there was no element of caring.