tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202130015144798242.post-6388287722204094532008-02-27T12:51:00.008+05:302008-03-06T03:24:00.995+05:30<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_di4EkaoYAKc/R8UZmgrSBAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/0vntzalRKx4/s1600-h/Dream+3.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171567896502076418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_di4EkaoYAKc/R8UZmgrSBAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/0vntzalRKx4/s320/Dream+3.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goldenferi.files.wordpress.com/2007/05/dreami..."></a><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Waking up, with a feeling of being alive when you know you have only a month or two left and something is killing you, weakening you from inside. You get out of your bed and start running towards the door... from what you don't know, from a sound... a sound of TIME, a sound from your own Wrist Watch "Tic, Tic...". You unstrap your watch and throw it away. but the sound's still haunting you,and you start running again...<br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;">But running away from something leads to a run towards something... and when you are running in a circle, The farther you run from a thing the closer you get to the same thing...</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;">A feeling takes over you... A feeling of being pushed to a corner by someone you love, love with your blood, with the tiniest bit of bright light inside of you, whose source you could never find...</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;">And you recognise that corner, you have been aquainted with it before. It smells of Tears, Broken Hearts, Nostalgia... its the corner from which you know you would not be able to escape this time...</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;">Your heart beats and beats faster... tries to pump more, pants and misses a beat but beats... and runs... you are afraid and you move back, up the wall... and suddenly out of nowhere a strange person with Black robe and a Black Hat on his head appears... you are unable to make a sound... you are terrified... could do nothing but look at him... and you feel a Hand entering your chest, as clutches your heart and squeezes it, squeezes it till the last drop of blood seeps out... you feel the chill in your chest and you breathe out Fog out of your Mouth... your eyes starts to black out and a tear escapes the corner of your eye as you try to look up the face, look in the eyes of that face...</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;">And you WAKE UP... wake up with a feeling of being alive... A guilt of being alive... and a tear escapes the corner of your eye... unable to speak, panting and sweating with a deep pain in your chest...</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;">you look around and find no one... you are alone... you cry loud but make no sound... you advance your hand towards your phone to call someone but pull it back... you do not make that call...</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;">you pray that the person you were about to call is fine and is sleeping tight... you pray that the person does not take much time and returns before its too late, before the time after you could never return... you pray that the person saves you... you desperately want that person to save you...</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;">you cry, cry to death thinking <strong>"will you wake up now???"</strong></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202130015144798242-638828772220409453?l=zappyyob.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ctrl Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02814889676304890065noreply@blogger.com0