A Liar's Guide to the Dreams..

In the dead of the night, the dreams come in one by one. They cling to you with soft acceptance, and they know it all..

These are the dreams which leave a note of remembrance. They cling to our tongues like a bittersweet delight.

They feel familiar, though their flavour melts in the mouth... and taste distinctly unusual.

July 08, 2010

Conversing with You

Me: its different when you start a story
but now we are ending it.
isn't it painful when a story ends? when the end is thrust upon you?
i dont know whether i am prepared to say it is over or not. but there's nothing more painful to end something.

You: nope it gives a few system bots to make a procession or a party to remember the dead soul and thus kill time in the process..

Me: not the literal, but the figurative death
would we ever come to terms with the concept of end?
its so... final.

You: there is no end ..

Me: but there is. there is. every moment is an end in itself. dont you hate it when you end like that?

You: nope there is no end ..you will soon be born again and then grinding again ..

Me: i dont know. but that birth wont be this
that me wont be this one
i want to not end this human life that i am. but there is no way to immortalize me
i am ending every moment i stay here
You: your life is a movie nothing more..
you are acting under the hope of your dreams and happiness which you will never find ..

Me: I am nothing. Less than nothing. And dreams.

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