INSPIRE-EXPIRE-PERSPIRE the cycle continues.
My feet officially hate me,so does my back.I've taken them for granted for too long...using and abusing them for my whims and fancies.
But with the all consuming tiredness, my nights are dead, if not for a few dreams, too vivid and colourful to be comforting.
I've been having dreams lately...a wild cocktail, a lethal combination of visions,premonitions,madness and melancholy.
Dreams with people visiting now, who disappeared long time ago.Each of these people - once important - twice removed - they all come on stage in a new role they play.
I found a sulking soldier outside my house...I recognised him as my old friend..but we are no longer friends,as we were once.He was trying to return home.He was hungry.He was tired.I think he died in my dream.
And you my dear, I found sleeping unsoundly , in my room, on my bed.
No.We did not - sleep together.If that were so, it would be the highlight of my story so far.
Instead , I found you distressed - unable to sleep- because you felt a presence beside you when your eyes remained closed, but could find no one with your eyes wide open.
In my dream, I remember seeing myself - in third person-I was the actor and I was the observer-simultaneously...it is unsettling to experience duality - to overcome the feeling of heady insuperable vertigo.
And I could see through my observer's eyes, the look of concern in my actor's eyes as I tried to calm you down with a story about guardian angels.
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