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A dream is usually filled with joy and wonder, and the occasional fantasy. When those fantasies become a reality, life can become a dream, or it can become a living hell. I woke this morning with a fading dream.
It started with You
Starring at me with your
Eyes. Not blinking.
Just
Watching
Me.
We were in a room. White. No shadows. I couldn’t see the light source. I looked at you and
You pulled your
flower out. Your dead
flower. You breathed life into the
flower, made the black turn into green.
I looked into my own hands and saw the Rose.
The beautiful red Rose.
Symbolic of Life, Love, and Death, the perfect
flower.
For us anyway.
I gripped the
flower. My hands turning red with my own
blood and starting to go numb from the pain. The thorns digging deeper into my skin. I wanted to let go, but couldn’t, lest I lose control. The
numbing pain
numbed my mind and kept me stoic as you took a step forward. A hesitant step, but it was a step.
I looked you back in the eyes and you
looked away, like before, like always. You smiled
I cried.
Another step.
I tried to yell at you to stop, to leave me be, let me live my life, but it’s not what I wanted. Not what I felt in my heart.
You looked at the tears trickling down my face and frowned, shaking your head.
I saw a petal from your flower fall
slowly to the floor. The petal hit the floor and the room exploded into a thousand pieces. I doubled over in pain, the shinning pieces of the room flying by and digging into my skin.
The ungodly pain… I hope I never experience something like it again, in reality or in a dream.
I stood again.
You were gone. Your
flower was in your place.
It stood up on it’s
stem. It looked like it was mocking me.
How a
flower could mock is
beyond me, but it gave that distinct impression.
I looked back at the Rose and saw it’s own stem had become as
red as the petals on the tip. My hand was
numb now, but my
mind had become active.
I looked for you in the darkness, your ever present
flower mocking me all the while.
It seemed like a lifetime that I was trapped in that darkness.
Me,
the Rose,
and your flower.
I called your name in vain the
undying darkness was my only answer.
I cried. I sat down and cried. I cried over the good times, the bad times, I cried over the times when we cried together, the times when only one of was crying. I just cried.
When finally I heard you say
”It’s okay.”
And I woke up with a fading dream.
