Am I Dreaming

AM I DREAMING Momentarily, I stop and freeze every worldly movement and activity. As I consume myself into each one of them I ask myself, ‘am I dreaming?’ my mind moves to and fro the realm of imaginations and thoughts laboriously endeavoring to overhaul its wondrous question, ‘am I dreaming?’ I slice myself off reality, while floating in space my mind engulfs reality and all earthly entities and puts them under ratiocination I still hear a voice whispering from within my head, ‘am I dreaming?’ I then start to analyze all environments and focus only on those preponderating. I look and penetrate my eyes through impenetrable penetrations, and I begin to see, ‘is this realistic?’ I ask myself. I see blameless bloodshed, I see sin in its whole ugliness pouring out of people’s mouths, I see envy in people’s eyes, I see extravagancy, and I see impoverishment and its twin: penury. I stand still and maintain silence, I hear a roaring noise, and I ask myself what it is. It is heavy blustering winds both from east to west and west to east acting as a transportation medium for sinful noises, I hear ill words from the east, I hear blasphemous voices from the west, and I hear misconceptions. I hear and see offensive insults and figures respectively, they shake my whole body vigorously and I feel like waking up abruptly because of the terror and horror in my dream. Am I dreaming? Alva kanyika - alvakanyika@gmail.com