Where am I? It is a familiar place, with trees, dirt roads, and butterflies.
The Sun is sucking me in, so pleasurable. I look at my cellphone, butterflies dance, and I can't believe the great things to watch, the things to happen.
Yet, I remembered. There is a weird feeling inside me. I don't wanna do much, just enough. It is fear, but that's it. I don't know why.
Then I look at my sister, and her tears and begin to fall.
"He died."
I am confused. I am angry. I am sad.
The tears were the sun burning my eyes.
Why had to change? why be like this? I hate this place, sun explode and take it all away, how did he go? why did he have to go? why do we all have to...
I wanna know everything! I wanna remember everything! I wanna change....
Weak, I crouch, a white hole comes. It sucks me in, repeating, over and over:
"I will erase it. Each story is a story. Let it go, be yourself, free. Make of this be the one."
It's dark. I wake up.
Where am I? In front of a computer, nice. Beautiful office.
Around, I see people moving, they seem to smile, to respect me even, submit.
"We did it", I hear. "I did it", it seems.
My infantile dreams are helping people. That's strange. The sun is blinding; the coffee, fresh; my eyes, finally smiling. "Let's meet the investor", I hear.
Yet, I remembered. There is a weird feeling inside me. I don't wanna do much, just enough. It is fear, but that's it. I don't know why.
Then I look at my hands, they have grass, oh my god, I remember now, my grandfather died, but why?, what happened, why am I here?, why is this happening, what if this is gonna wrong?, I think this investor is gonna...
I wanna know everything! I wanna remember everything! I wanna change....
Weak, I crouch, a white hole comes. It sucks me in, repeating, over and over:
"I will erase it. Each story is a story. Let it go, be yourself, free. Make of this be the one."
It's dark. I wake up
Where am I? And so it happens again. And again.
5 or 6 times. Over and over. Story over story. I reincarnated and died.
The fog is big, and the memories from the dream, well, they shouldn't be here, so I'm glad some remained.
Time by time, bad memories and fear would mercilessly turn the lights off. It was the cycle. An iteration of an iteration.
Then for the last time, and I don't know why, but that was the saddest and most intense.
The dream had to teach me. It was cold and calculated, there was no other way
My whole body was crying, I never was so weak.
The white hole told me the same thing:
"I will erase it. Each story is a story. Let it go, be yourself, free. Make of this be the one."
But this time, with all the pain, I knew what it meant.
I knew what I had to do.
I knew I was right.
When you have love, when you have light, don't hold a thing back. Give all yourself, just let it ride.
It's dark. I wake up
Where am I? I don't care, I don't know. I don't think. I just and go and hug her. And kiss her. And kiss her. And kiss her. And I love you some thousand times.