Opposite direction

The night went well with momentary forks that kept my other side of accepting situations alive. I was constantly thinking about a lot of things but one of them was a dream that almost came true. This sounds a little stupid and selfish to me but my hand keeps on repeating that moment in my mind and my nerves. I went to perform the activity that is in the agenda by default for everyone. It was 3 in the morning and I didn’t want to sleep. But a company is required to exchange thoughts, and therefore I left. The instrument to move a body was closer to me than ever. It was the opposite direction I was in which was funny because every single soul sets for the right one. While dealing with my heart throbbing at the moment, I took the big art in and started appreciating it like my own work and property. My senses were gone and I didn’t want to stop and I took care of it while I could.

My walking stick was resting on the body when I felt something familiar. It was my dream, and it was living it’s moment even when it was not for me. But I accepted it and went straight to just get a feel of what it feels like to live your dream. It was ecstatic, throbbing, unnerving and addictive. I wanted to live it but I woke up and did the right thing. It was satisfying and horrifying at the same time. I was scared. I kept on determining the  deepness. It was perfect and astounding. I was in a dream, wasn’t I?

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