The Wounded Shall Advance Into Light…
Where to begin…
The future sounds right.
I lived with a dream my entire life. No. I was living a dream my entire life. We were together, as fate had preordained from the first moment this universe came into existence. I was the youngest boy when I met you, and it had taken me a lifetime to find you…to place you where you so inextricably belonged. But I did it. We did it. Yes, baby, we finally did it.
And the future was so bright. The world paled in the radiance of our glow. For all purposes we were the world…you had always been my world. We married. You looked amazing in your dress–your blue eyes piercing through me during your descent into matrimony at your father’s side. And there were children, blessed with the names we had chosen so long ago. A future so warm that heaven seemingly had found earth, and we were to share it with the few and fortunate.
This amorphous future, with no concern for where and when–only you and I, was all I lived for. I lived for this dream of us.
This dream was so deeply rooted in our past.
The past.
The passed.
We have passed.
Humbly. And with little fight.
The curtain has been called on that once bright future.
And I am left without a dream.
I feel alone, alone in the world I once knew led to you. I feel naked, stripped of the warmth of our possibilities, of our never ending possibilities… Alone and naked. I fear I will freeze in this cold universe, without a soul to whisper my last words.
And at my last moment should I be blessed with an ear to listen I will assuredly say…
…
Nothing. Because we live for dreams.
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