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i dreamt of voices.

all kinds of voices.


i did not dream of colours.

my dreams were black and white.

flimsy and covered with dirt.


There was a girl standing in the front of that room. somewhere familiar to be remembered if i tried.


yet i did not try.




my head was as heavy as a tiny universe ready to explode.



i was a world of my own. without regulations. without being hurt.


i thought of how i missed the warm days of my old and ragged past.


my eyes were oddly dry.



I saw the shade of something being dragged along on the sparkling water, and it was wet.



I dreamt of someone.



I dreamt of you.



I dreamt of different people.



People were like speckles if seeing them really hard afar.




Dreams were cruely distant.

But so close at the same time.






my vision lost its way on the path to a place unknown, after some strange-looking strangers passed.




I was again deserted in my own dream.



I dreamt of profound solitude.




I dreamt of the dead.




I dreamt of people happily living.


I dreamt of misery.



The silence in the real world tried to wake me up from the deep deep despair caused by monstrous dreams.



no, it was of no use.


I was already clutched by the dreamers in my mystical dreams.



Then colours appeared.


First it was red. and yellow. and blue.





Suddenly everything was coloured with joy.






i felt offended. i felt repelled.





There would be no more black and white.


I grabbed the girl by the arm, asking her where she'd been all these years.



she answered me in a language I did not know.it sounded like she was chanting, dearly.




and i opened my eyes. saw things still right where they belonged.

though something lost.