Of letters and dreams.
I had a dream today. It was beautiful. It was about you.
I wanted to tell you this when I woke up but I could not. So I am writing this down here.
Dreams are mostly formed for us to see what we desire. To satisfy us for a bit, and leave us staring at a void after that. Sometimes, like unfinished stories, they make us feel incomplete too. But this one was different.
It ended before it should have had, yes, but in a way that didn’t cause distress. I am hoping to see it complete in real life, just as smoothly, in a world where souls meet and not just ideas of them. I wish some angel clips it into a file and takes it to the Almighty over the seventh cloud and say: “Your person woke up happy after seeing this. She praises you for sending it, and prays you to bring it true. What say?” And He would say, yes. Kun.
I wanted to tell you this when I woke up but I could not. I don’t know if you dream of me too. [dp]