There was a nightmare in a deeply, weary slumber.
I was a kid in her elementary school; there’s a boy who’s so unpopular by the whole classmates except me.
The little boy doesn’t talk very much, but I was the only one he’d tell almost everything in his heart.
In an ordinary day, the boy just acts crazily for no reason as running around and jumping on and down.
It seems like that something inside his body going wrong with an unknown cause.
All I can do was just chasing him closely for I was so afraid that some unfortunate things would happen to him.
Suddenly, he jumped into a tiny hole which you can’t tell what’s actually inside.
There’s no sense why I feel so important that I should be responsible for his security.
All I know was whenever he goes to anywhere that I will be with him and stay by his side.
So, I jumped into the mystery hole by screw up my courage.
There comes a dark, wet, mossy classroom with leaking water flowing from the wall.
I looked around the room then noticed that he’s squatting by a peculiar light which’s transpiring from the floor.
With the swift-footed approaching I found out that the peculiar light was covered by some extremely sharp glasses.
Unexpectedly, the little boy dashed his own face into the glasses as there’s an absolute, remarkable, pure world opposite.
He’s called by the deeply force majeure within his mind like there’s a powerful desire made him up to know, to catch the gravity as it’s the only way to release himself.
Somehow, it just like that I can see the bloody face with those brutal glasses through the other side of the peculiar light and feel all the misery, the pain as the same way as what he’s suffering.
In the meantime, while I decided to dash my face into the glasses to be with him, I was roused suddenly from sleep.
Some said that every dream has its own meaning to explain; some deemed that dreams were just a kind of release for pressures.
No matter what the answer is; only if we could meet the right one at the appropriate place in the best time that would make everything fine with its optimum balance for life.
If there’s one thing exist deservedly, but it’s complicated, can’t be explained except to be described as an extraordinary measure; then, I believe that’s the only thing we called “Love”.
Spirit Code: 201007112201
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