Chronicles of the Lost Thought:
Mirror of Twilight p6: End. . . ?
Mirror of Twilight p6: End. . . ?
Something that. . .
I got this dream. That I've lost myself to something I can't comprehend. All was in total darkness. Stirring. Lamenting. Total obscure. I lost myself. My purpose. My reason. And then I was gone.
In that place where I went to, I felt secure, happy. . . and comfortable. Yet not completely secure as I'd also left a part of me to someone I knew. Yet not completely happy because I left part of my happiness to someone I loved. Yet not completely comfortable because I am restless to what happened to the other part of me. The one I lost to.
I didn't know I was moving and twisting all over. The feeling of uneasiness just left when I heared small serenade songs coming from out of my dream. The feeling of soft and careful hands around my head, tracing minutes of sweat to connect to each other, blowing small breezes to cool down some emotional furnace.
I tried to open my eyes and saw this autumn tree - narrow branches - it's main color were of black and white and patches of gray. Leaves turn in and down on me, down to where a cradled in.
Someone's lap.
It had come to me that I slept the whole time on this one's lap and she was the one singing the song in my dream. Breaking me from the possible nightmare.
She finally bowed down and I glared at the face the bestowed upon me. The girl. So it was her. All along.
This was not a dream. One of the dancing leaves just fell on my forehead and she moved it off. There's feeling to it - the brush of her tiny fingers, the autumn leaf.
"Where. . . are we?", I asked her innocent face as she moved the leaf off.
The place looks more like a park, something that has lots of trees in it. Same ones. Scattered in random patches. All of them raining loft leaves that dance in mid-air. No patch of green escaped from the dance of the brown snow. A calming feeling envelopes the whole scenario.
She smiled. A full width smile. "Missed me?"
. . .I'm glad I did.
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