Dream Kid

Dream is a place where I could always be anything. I could fly across realms. I could lift tons and I could dream make love the sweetest sex of all.

Only in my dream, I can talk to my self as a child. A helpless child - innocent of what his man had become. The best news I uttered to him what has become of him was, when he eighteen years from now, will get to hear from a woman he loved - of a incoming baby. That was for him the most exciting thing to hear; not the news that he was going to suffer a severe alopecia several years ahead; beginning at twenty two; not even excited he was going to be a programmer one day. Somehow he knew this bald man's job is going to suck his life until it ends his pathetic life; Not even the feeling of a first kiss he made with that cute little girl he used to play with round the neighborhood; that was for him to find out - I seemed to understand in his eager face. He was waiting for more.

Something was to be formed eternally special and the best warm he would feel in his entire life was when he would cuddle that small soul of flesh and bone, in his hand. Accidentally, single-handedly, he carried her into his bosom until both arms and saw that never fading picture of a small mouth opened for him. That was... to him seemed like neither a gesture of life for gasping a tiny amount of air or an act of uttering a deafening word because that moment brought him to love the silence of all moments.

After all, while the universe was, made in the words of God, silence preceded in obedience. It is sad how the world wants you to be noisy. It too, wants to play god just for it to be aware of your existence, your contributions to the circumstances and your ego.