Bright light shines upon me, a penetrating light that feels warm and loving.
I see you there, as I meet your eyes, we smile then embrace.
It has been so long since I lost you; another life.
One that seemed an eternity, but compared to eternity was but a moment.
We can’t be together again, you and I,
to walk the shores of paradise, hand in hand we can’t…

 look at me … look at you…look  at where we belong now…

We can live it as a dream….

When self-pity of dreams becomes acceptable as part of the comedy of our errors, tranquility would be lost forever….

Real dreams are nothing but a waking hallucination in which anything that might have happened to us can be used at random. Anything I have seen, overheard, or imagined can go in. Turn a dream into a puppet with a mixture of tenderness and absurdity, pathos and hilarity….

As the dreams continue in this new land that is real, real far away , my identity as distinct from me becomes harder to take. I begin to collapse into reality, and the dream begins to sound like a nightmare that I picked for myself….

And in a moment of truth I ask myself again: is it worth it? or should I let go…..

The answer comes from far, far away, what an irony…. Someone who has been there and knew what I’m talking about says with a fragile typing that in a way reflects the inner thoughts: let go, let go, just say good bye…just try..

I’ll try…