Chapter 1 Thee Midnight adventures.
Thee dream.’
It gets hard every single day and more complicated, same dream over and over again, This dream comes in different colors, forms, structure with the straggle getting harder each minute I spend there.
It’s like someone is out there pulling me back, controlling my every move, thoughts decisions and each breath I take.
More like puppetry with invisible strings, I can still feel the hard grip after I wake from these nightmares.
Adventures,trips the puppeteer takes me through every single night as it watches my every step and if I exceed my limit he pulls a string leaving me bondable, helplessness with only one goal and that is to walk.
All I ever wanted in all my dreams is to make it home, simply walk home.
I know your thinking how hard can it be,“ it’s just walking. “ even babies do it at age of 2, And that’s what I thought too but this is different, it’s strange i could feel a strong force pulling me backwards and the power to take a step is insanely hard, heart aching and I don’t mean muscles, this required emotions and a heart full of love.
And that’s when I realized how much I love my family however how much my face tried to cover it. Because in every dream I’ve had, I’ve never once given up or say decide to rest even for a minute.
I fine myself taking the step one by one and the strings get tighter making me move in speed slower than that of a sea anemone.
Made to pass through unbearable places see un imaginable images, tonight I passed through a hospital and it looked like there was a disease breakout, the hospital was full children laying down everywhere with what looks like one kind of disease, what’s so horrible is I was to pass through them to get to the other side of the hospital. Carefully I did what my heart can, slowly taking step by step while looking at there faces on the ground, i could see the suffering they are going through in thee eyes.
Then stepped on a child and the mom started cursing and I awake, what scares me is that the hospital and the children didn’t matter to me.
I was just sad that I never made it home…
