The Dream of Words.
Dark night. No lights. No stars. I guess my eyes are closed. Not really sure if I’m awake. Then I hear a voice. The voice says something. Next morning I realize I was sleeping. It was just a dream. A dream with words. Only words. No images at all. Many weeks have passed.
I said nothing, about my dream of words. I didn’t understand it. I was just thinking if I will ever explain it. But I don’t think so.
I forgot something. If you don’t want to feel disappointed about someone, you mustn’t expect from people what they can’t offer to you. The point is just you have to know what is in everyone’s hands to be given, and what not. It’s as simple as that. And I forgot it. It was my fault.
