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                A recurring dream…  A world of wonder, where nature blossoms in full splendor; perhaps a creation of my mind, another world where I may exist on my own. Skies forever a serene blue, with the cirrus clouds sweeping across the sky like feathers drifting in the wind; the soft green grass billowing in the breeze, mountains in the distance; the world where I saw your silhouette, eternally beyond my feeble reach.

                Why did the world vanish when you appeared? Was your beauty so overwhelming that all other beauty had been eclipsed by comparison, or two opposites whose existences conflicted? I need not ever know; I only wonder why I ever saw your stately figure, shadowed by the fog of ignorance, identity concealed. It evoked a question that would consume me if thought of for too long: Who are you?

                And then you walked into the distance, beckoning to me with hand gestures so subtle, but I could not follow, for this heart here remains rooted to a flaming ice. The source of the emotional cryogen? I no longer remember, for the memory is too frozen, perhaps already shattered.

                Those who speak of hope, they know not that ‘one day’ means nothing. ‘One day’ will never bring solace to anyone, ‘one day’ never saved a soul, ‘one day’ only saw the dream, ‘one day’ will betray itself. This is the truth, as much as anyone, even I, wanted to deny it; I stopped fighting the laws written for the world. One could say that I learnt the meaning of insanity from the experiences, trying the same thing and expecting different results.

                 What if I could escape, just temporarily, to my alternate reality, unscathed by time. A world without the rush of events, melancholy, lack of uniqueness, apathy and ignorance, stigma and hate, decadence and suffering.

                Maybe I can go there with you, a place where we can rest our heads.