The Cold Side

When you sleep, it’s almost as if you were alive, trailing down the pathways of your subconscious like a sluggish tourist without a camera. Like trying to capture every moment between your hands that hold past and present like dry sand, without a basket to carry the future in before the sea washes it away. Dreams likes to play hide and seek with what lies ahead, and you can never seem to tag the back of it’s shirt without waking up first. Your own worldwide web of thoughts and aspirations all tangled together for you to connect what’s right and what’s left. What’s up and what’s down. What didn’t happen and what should’ve happened. You rise up as an archangelic composer to a symphony that will perform when you start paying attention to your life’s song a little more. You construct skyscrapers larger than the afterlife with the squinting of your eyes, and connect earth and space together without a single harmonic note played, with the pinching of your thumb and finger. You can fly farther than sunlight decides to scatter! You can finally beat up that bully who gave you that black eye. You can jump halfway across the world, land on a brick of the Berlin Wall, and crush forever the division indifference can bring. You can dive without oxygen. Drive without a liscence. You can open up the doors to a mansion as a gift for your mom and see her smile again. But when you’re waking up, you can tell. It doesn’t matter where you are, you finally see that every life has an ending when living on this planet. You realize that science, math, history and poetry become blood brothers when your vision gets hazy, and the beauty in front of you starts to melt. Your passing is something they all can relate to. But why not make your dreams transfer into the account where reality rests? Even in dreams you have the choice to serve others or serve yourself. So when you wake up each morning, why not ask yourself where you’ll wake up next when reality’s dream is spent.