Monday, July 28, 2008 ~ 4:53 PM
my sweetest mistake.
it's that dream again...
correction: to put it precisely it was dream within a dream...
unable to see the end..
merely standing idly in that vast plain...
on a road littered with corpses...
the wind blowing across the silence..
there weren't any smells anywhere...
whenever i get that "ah, it's time for me to die" feeling...
gentle yet ice-cold hands rouse me from that dream...
in my dream i woke up...
those hands, the gentle ice-cold hands,
on my neck,
my forehead, caressing softly...
it sounded like someone's talking...
but i can't hear what's being said...
i can't even see clearly...
my eyes and ears felt funny...
THE END.
i began to wonder when did i start having those dreams...
i don't remember anymore...
it's just that everytime i had that dream...
it's when i'm always severly hurt or in pain..
it's just like those wounds...
like i'm running out of breath...
everytime i have that dream...
i want to grab onto it...
those cold yet gentle pair of hands....
